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"Oh, but Bridget would never dream of such a thing," said Carrissima. "I should be rather sorry to say what she wouldn't be capable of. Anyhow," Mark added, "it would be a pity to spoil a good intention! You haven't said you will be my wife, you know."
She laughed quietly as she remembered his remarks anent the colour of her eyes, and spent some minutes examining them in her looking-glass. "You won't forget, Carrissima," said Colonel Faversham at breakfast the next morning. "You won't forget you're going to see Bridget this afternoon. Take a few flowers roses, if you ask me! She is fond of roses."
"You must find them rather warm to-day, although I'm certain I should have put them on in spite of the temperature if they were mine. Perfectly lovely! Do let me help you!" She turned on the wide sofa to face Carrissima and deftly unhooked the furs, taking the end of the stole in her hands and pressing it against her cheek.
Strange as it might appear to him, that was precisely the truth. She scarcely remembered what she had said in her excitement and disappointment, although she had little doubt it was something far too much to the point. His wrath was in some degree a relief to Carrissima, although she could not imagine what plausible excuse he could intend to offer.
"I have just come from Burnham Crescent. Randolph Messeter operated. I hope we shall pull him through." "Father and I are going abroad," Carrissima explained. "I dare say we shall be away quite a month." "I hope you will have a good time," said Mark, and then raising his hat again, he walked on. Carrissima bit her lower lip and kept her eyes on the pavement.
He began at once to interest himself in the trip; they were to go abroad, and having fetched some old volumes of Baedeker from the smoking-room, he grew more cheerful than Carrissima had seen him for some days. The next morning she spent an hour and a half at Donaldson's, inspecting various gold and silver articles, but at last selecting nothing more original than a large rose-bowl.
Jimmy was not the man to allow any one he knew to pass by, although for once in a way Carrissima would sooner have avoided the encounter. "Have you heard from Sybil lately?" she asked. "Oh yes, she's still with old Lady Ramsbottom enjoying herself to the top of her bent, no doubt! You may be certain Sybil's having a rattling good time! She always revels in illness.
"What can I have seen?" "I really can't imagine," answered Sybil, with a sigh. "I suppose I feel so terribly worried myself that I fancy everybody else has something to bother about. Still, you certainly do look as I have never seen you before." "The sun is quite hot," murmured Carrissima, sitting down by one of the windows. "Although I always feel it I couldn't stay indoors," said Sybil.
"Oh dear, no," said Jimmy. "We all have to put the brakes hard on now and then; but the fact remains that a coward dies a hundred deaths, you know." Carrissima entered the house a moment after he walked away, and going to the drawing-room sat down to tea just as she was in her hat and jacket. Could it be possible that her father seriously thought of marriage?
"Oh, then Carrissima didn't tackle the fellow!" "How could she?" asked Sybil. "You see, she had no actual right to complain! Mark Driver, I dare say, would consider himself free to to kiss any woman he pleased." "Anyhow," said Jimmy, with all the assurance in the world, "he didn't kiss Bridget." "Oh, how can you be so blind!" exclaimed his sister.
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