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Updated: June 14, 2025
How long is it," she asked, as they walked towards Weymouth Street on the way to Grandison Square, "since you saw Bridget?" "Not since the day after my return from Paris," he replied. "I have not been near Golfney Place. Nor," he added, "have I any intention of going. To all intents and purposes, Bridget has dropped out of my life."
Mark Driver, having dined at Duffield's Hotel, set out, with a cigar between his lips, to Golfney Place. In the Strand he hailed a taxi-cab, and his arrival obviously took Bridget completely by surprise.
His thoughts already outran him to Golfney Place, where he fully expected to hear from Bridget's lips that she should be prepared to marry him within a week or a fortnight at the latest. How enchantingly coy the dear girl had been yesterday! Taking down a Continental Bradshaw from one of the bookshelves, he looked up the route to Milan.
"The whole mischief," he continued, facing his sister, "was brought about by the first visit you paid to Golfney Place." "Oh well," said Carrissima, "there will scarcely be a question of my patronizing her in the future. You see, Mrs. Clynesworth will be a quite important personage." "We have every reason to be thankful she isn't Mrs. Faversham," returned Lawrence.
"How do you know that was the only time he saw the woman?" "Of course, I can't say that I know for certain," she admitted. "There you are! You don't know. You don't even believe. You simply jump to a conclusion. You have no means of knowing. Depend upon it, he has been at Golfney Place over and over again. We shall be fortunate if he doesn't end by marrying her."
"Anyhow, it's a beginning," he said, adding, after a momentary pause, "I thought you might be surprised to see me at Golfney Place this afternoon." "No, I don't know that I was," returned Carrissima. "Just a wee bit, perhaps; but then, you know, one ought never to feel astonished to meet a doctor anywhere." "Oh well, Bridget's not a patient," said Mark, with a smile.
On the whole, Carrissima was inclined to think that the climax had been reached this morning; that Colonel Faversham, having gone to Golfney Place, had quarrelled with Bridget, who had insisted on returning such presents as he had from time to time given to her.
I should never have recognized her, but she happened to drop her purse; I naturally picked it up, and then she asked whether my name wasn't Driver." "Isn't Golfney Place chiefly lodging-houses?" asked Carrissima. "Number Five is one, anyhow." "Does Miss Rosser live with her mother?" suggested Phoebe. "Mrs. Rosser died shortly after we left Crowborough," was the answer.
While on the one hand he rejoiced to observe the ease of her manner, it dawned upon him that she was not likely to be contented to shut herself off from all the world but himself. Departing from his custom, he went to Golfney Place after dinner that evening, and, flinging himself recklessly into a chair, began to rail against Mrs. Reynolds. "I hate a woman with a long tongue!" he exclaimed.
A taxi-cab soon brought her to Golfney Place, and Miller did not keep her long at the street door. "Is Miss Rosser at home?" she inquired, as she took a firmer grip of the rose stalks, which did not seem to be fastened very securely together. "Will you walk in, please," said Miller, leading the way up-stairs. When they reached the first landing, Carrissima was about two yards in the rear.
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