“It’s bad,” he said, his unexpectedly thin voice irritable. “Damn bad luck all round. Too near the other business. It’s bad for Georgia. People will begin to think she’s poisonous or something, poor girl. It’s amazing what people will think, you know.”
The last remark was uttered with sudden directness and the full brown eyes were intelligent.
“I don’t know how half the lunatics in this world arrive at their beliefs. By the way, how is Val?”
The connection between the two remarks was not apparent and Mr Campion looked blank. Ferdie Paul, who was watching him closely, seemed startled and then, if such a thing had been possible, almost confused.
“She’s here, is she? That’s good. Oh, with Georgia? Really? That’s splendid. She’s been a great comfort there, I know. Georgia’s far more cut up
