GJ

He set himself to examine all the exhibits by Rops, and when he had finished he turned to G.J.

All this martial imperialism seething in the depths of Braiding, and G.J. never suspecting the ferment!

She gazed, in weak silence, first at Marthe and then at G.J.

Tell G.J. to bring you to tea one day, quite, quite soon, will you?

She wondered what, if she did not so return, she could possibly say to justify herself to G.J.