far. There is nothing melodramatic about her, unlike the troubled Millie with her wildtangled hair and her flashing eyes and her lies. When her child died she swore that thedevil had come in the night and smothered it. In character Georgina is solid as a rock, notmorbid or sentimental, not given to the flights of fancy in which so many of her friends-indulge. So when she first heard this devilish tale it certainly did not unnerve her,although she did think, as a professional, that poor Millie's predicament would be moremercifully dealt with these days. She wouldn't recognize a codpiece if she saw one, shewould probably think it was some piece of saddlery. Practical and sensible, Georginadoes not over-indulge. She sits and watches while lesser mortals get rat-faced and make^ prats of themselves at parties, she is the one with tomato juice and a dab of Worcester sauce, the complete one, the one who drives.Boring perhaps? A shade too cautious?Certainly not. Not a bit of it. She is glad she is not one of these irresponsible folk;their lack of control shocks her, for she cannot bear to relinquish it, not in bed, not in thekitchen, and thus her ' meals (and her sheets) tend to be dry, with each taste a neat andseparate daub on the plate. She would rather do without gravy, or too many dangerousspicy sauces.So we can see that Georgina Jefferson, forty-two, slim, dark and attractive, whoshops for her clothes at Marks & Spencer, sends Lifeboat cards at Christmas, is a solid,dependable person, concerned, right-thinking and busy. She knows who she is, believesthat virtue carries its own reward and is satisfied with that.And that is why it is such a worry for her to believe, like poor Millie before her,
that she is gradually going insane.
And, like Millie, there's no help to be had.