CHAPTER 10, part 1

Chapter TEN One morning about the middle of October, Lucia was seated at breakfast and frowning over a note she had just received. It began without any formality and was written in pencil.

"Do look in about half-past nine on Saturday and be   silly for an hour or two. We'll play games and dance, shall we? Bring your husband of course, and  don't bother to reply. "O.B." "An invitation," she said icily, as she passed it to her husband. "Rather short notice." "We're not doing anything, are we?" he asked.

Peppino was a little imperceptive sometimes.

"No, it wasn't that I meant," she said. "But there's a little more informality about it than one would expect." "Probably it's an informal party," said he. "It certainly seems most informal. I am not accustomed to be asked quite like that." Peppino began to be aware of the true nature of the situation.

"I see what you mean, _cara_," he said. "So don't let us go. Then she will take the hint perhaps." Lucia thought this over for a moment and found that she rather wanted to go. But a certain resentment that had been slowly accumulating in her mind for some days past began to leak out first, before she consented to overlook Olga's informality. "It is a fortnight since I called on her," she said, "and she has not even returned the call. I daresay they behave like that in London in certain circles, but I don't know that London is any better for it." "She has been away twice since she came," said Peppino. "She has hardly been here for a couple of days together yet."