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Still in this severe mood, she drove down St. Aldate’s on Monday and inquired of the porter beneath Tom Tower for Lord Saint-George; only to be told that Lord Saint-George was not in College.
‘Oh!’ said Harriet, disconcerted, ‘but he asked me to lunch.’
‘What a pity you weren’t let know, miss. Lord Saint-George was in a nasty motor-accident on Friday night. He’s in the Infirmary. Didn’t you see it in the papers?’
‘No, I missed it. Is he badly hurt?’
‘Injured his shoulder and cut his head open pretty badly, so we hear,’ said the porter, with regret, and yet, with a slight relish at the imparting of bad news. ‘He was unconscious for twenty-four hours; but we are informed that his condition is now improving. The Duke and Duchess have left for the country again.’
‘Dear me!’ said
