When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
“I think champagne would be appropriate,” Trevor replied. “I’m much obliged to you,” George Edwardes answered, “you have done me a good turn and no mistake. I was dreading having to tell ‘his Nibs’ that Lucy was still hors de combat.” “Is she still bad?” Trevor asked. “I enquired at luncheontime,” George Edwardes replied, “and her temperature was one hundred and three degrees! If you ask me, she’ll be out of the show for at least a week.” “I suppose it is that fever that has been going around,” Trevor remarked. Because Angela knew him so well, she knew that he was really delighted that there was no chance of Lucy returning unexpectedly. He would therefore not lose the money that George Edwardes had promised him. A bottle of champagne was produced and George Edwardes poured out three