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Updated: June 14, 2025
"A solemn promise," murmured Bridget; and a few minutes later Colonel Faversham went away, strutting along the street with his chest puffed out, walking on air, and certainly never doubting that Bridget's promise would be fulfilled. At the end of Golfney Place his expression changed as he saw Jimmy Clynesworth on his way to No. 5, no doubt! Well, let Jimmy make the most of his opportunities.
"You see," he answered, "I'm a bad hand at sitting still with my hands in my pockets. I suppose surgery makes one think something can always be attempted." "Still," suggested Carrissima, with a smile, "you can scarcely dream of going to Golfney Place and asking Bridget's intentions!" "The Lord knows!" said Mark. "I shall see how the cat jumps. Anyhow, I am bound to have a look in."
The same evening brought a surprise in the form of a letter from Bridget. She wished to see Carrissima very particularly indeed. As it was not very convenient to come to Grandison Square, would Carrissima mind going to Golfney Place at half-past eleven the following morning?
While he stood outside Sybil's bedroom door, explaining how he had heard the news of Bridget's departure from Golfney Place, his sister underwent the sorest temptation of her life. Surely no situation could be more tantalizing. If it were not for the solemn promise she had made to Carrissima, how easy it would prove to keep Jimmy from the pursuit which might end in his ruin!
The only circumstance which would have been likely to hinder him was being sedulously hidden. Had he for an instant suspected the existence of any previous engagement he would have been the last man in the world to poach on another's preserve. As things were, he waited a few days, then presented himself with his usual cool audacity at Golfney Place. "Where is Miss Clynesworth?" asked Bridget.
You see, Jimmy, my father is constantly at Golfney Place so are you! This morning he came home unusually early actually with a large parcel in his hand. He had a face like ever so many thunder-clouds. Do you think there has been any sort of of disagreement between Bridget and the colonel?" "Why, yes," said Jimmy, "I fancy you've hit the mark!"
When Monday arrived she actually put on her hat her most becoming hat before the appointed time, and as she sat waiting for Mark and Phoebe Colonel Faversham looked into the dining-room. "Oh, ah, Carrissima!" he said; "it occurs to me that you haven't seen much of Bridget lately. I should like you to go to Golfney Place. You've nothing in the world to do. You look idle enough sitting there!
"I don't know whether you have heard the news," he said, as he shut the door. "Not a word!" was the answer. "I am positively dying to hear it." A smile broke over Jimmy's face. "Bridget has left Golfney Place!" he cried. "When did she go?" asked Carrissima. "At half-past three yesterday afternoon." "Has she sought refuge where she ought to have sought it long ago?"
"I fancy there used to be some people named Rosser at Crowborough when I stayed with Colonel Faversham so many years ago." "You must go and see her to-morrow," urged Jimmy. "The address is Number 5, Golfney Place. There's the woman I should like to marry," added Jimmy, causing Sybil to jump out of her chair.
Colonel Faversham had never been quite the same man since that morning he went to Number 5, Golfney Place, and found that Bridget had departed. Signs of age had become suddenly visible; he devoted his life less to golf, and spent far more time at home not an unmitigated advantage to his daughter.
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