"Upon my word, I am most awfully sorry," he replied, and turned at once
to Carrissima, who was striving to hide her satisfaction on seeing his
face again. Never, perhaps, during their long acquaintance, had they
been so many months apart; but while Mark was in London between
Christmas and his departure for the North of England, Carrissima had
been on a long visit to Devonshire.
"I didn't expect to meet you this evening," said Mark. "Phoebe told me
in her letter last week that you were staying in Shropshire with
Colonel Faversham."
"So I was," returned Carrissima. "But I never had the least intention
to live there for the remainder of my life."
"She took us all completely by surprise," explained Phoebe, "by coming
home the day before yesterday."
"I really cannot understand even now," said Lawrence, "why in the world
you couldn't stay to return with father!"
"Oh well, it's an ill-wind that blows no one any good," cried Mark,
while Carrissima sat with her eyes averted, hoping that nobody would
suspect her actual object.
But she had known of his intention to depart for Paris the next
morning, to spend a month with his old friend Wentworth before finally
settling down in London.
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