ncy that there is something wrong
between papa and Mr Melmotte.

Send the carriage to meet me by the 2.30 train from London,--and
pray, mamma, don't scold when you see me, or have hysterics, or
anything of that sort. Of course it isn't all nice, but things
have got so that they never will be nice again. I shall tell Mr
Brehgert to go to papa on Wednesday.

Your affectionate daughter,

G.

When the morning came she desired the servant to take the letter away
and have it posted, so that the temptation to stop it might no longer
be in her way.

About one o'clock on that day Mr Longestaffe called at Lady
Monogram's. The two ladies had breakfasted upstairs, and had only just
met in the drawing-room when he came in. Georgiana trembled at first,
but soon perceived that her father had as yet heard nothing of Mr
Brehgert. She immediately told him that she proposed returning home on
the following day. 'I am sick of the Melmottes,' she said.

'And so am I,' said Mr Longestaffe, with a serious countenance.

'We should have been delighted to have had Georgiana to stay with us a
little longer,' said Lady Monogram; 'but we have but the one spare
bedroom, and another friend is coming.' Georgiana, who knew both these
statements to be false, declared that she wouldn't think of such a
thing. 'We have a few friends corning to-night, Mr Longestaffe, and I
hope you'll come in and see Georgiana.' Mr Longestaffe hummed and
hawed and muttered something, as old gentlemen always do when they are
asked to go out to parties after dinner. 'Mr Brehgert will be here,'
continued Lady Monogram with a peculiar smile.

'Mr who?' The name was not at first familiar to Mr Longestaffe.

'Mr Brehgert.' Lady Monogram looked at her friend. 'I hope I'm not
revealing any secret.'

'I don't understand anything about it,' said Mr Longestaffe.
'Georgiana, who is Mr Brehgert?' He had understood very much. He had
been quite certain from Lady Monogram's manner and words, and also
from his daughter's face, that Mr Brehgert was mentioned as an
accepted lover. Lady Monogram had meant that it should be so, and any
father would have understood her tone. As she said afterwards to Sir
Damask, she was not going to have that Jew there at her house as
Georgiana Longestaffe's accepted lover without Mr Longestaffe's
knowledge.

'My dear Georgiana,' she said, 'I supposed your father knew all about
it.'

'I know nothing. Georgiana, I hate a