‘I don’t know why you were so late,’ said Georgiana.

’Late!  Why it’s not yet twelve.  I don’t suppose it was eleven when we got into the Square.  Anywhere else it would have been early.’

’You knew they did not mean to stay long.  It was particularly said so.  I really think it was your own fault.’

’My own fault.  Yes;—­I don’t doubt that.  I know it was my own fault, my dear, to have had anything to do with it.  And now I have got to pay for it.’

‘What do you mean by paying for it, Julia?’

’You know what I mean very well.  Is your friend going to do us the honour of coming...