me? Yes? About half-past eleven, then. But never mind that."

She fixed him with her ready, birdy eye.

"Daisy asked me to ask him," she said, "and so to oblige poor Daisy I
did. And now she says she doesn't know if he'll come. What does that
mean? Is it possible that she wants to keep him to herself? She has
done that sort of thing before, you know."

This probably represented Lucia's statement of the said case about the
Welsh attorney, and Georgie taking it as such felt rather embarrassed.
Also that bird-like eye seemed to gimlet its way into his very soul,
and divine the secret disloyalty that he had been contemplating. If she
had continued to look into him, he might not only have confessed to the
gloomiest suspicions about Mrs Quantock, but have let go of his secret
about Olga Bracely also, and suggested the possibility of her and her
husband being brought to the garden-party. But the eye at this moment
unscrewed itself from him again and travelled up the road.

"There's the Guru," she said. "Now we will see!"

Georgie, faint with emotion, peered out between the form of the peacock
and the pine-apple on the yew-hedge, and saw what followed. Lucia went
straight up to the Guru, bowed and smiled and clearly introduced
herself. In another moment he was showing his white teeth and
salaaming, and together they walked back to The Hurst, where Georgie
palpitated behind the yew-hedge. Together they entered and Lucia's eye
wore its most benignant aspect.

"I want to introduce to you, Guru," she said without a stumble, "a