If she had waited for Colonel Faversham's
return to Grandison Square she must, obviously, have missed Mark Driver
again. One of the chief purposes of Carrissima's life seemed to be the
disguise of motives, concerning which she scarcely knew whether she
ought to feel ashamed or not.
"Well," suggested Lawrence, "we haven't heard why you didn't turn up in
time."
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," said Mark, at last shaking hands
with his brother-in-law.
"Only half-an-hour!"
"You see," Mark explained, "I dined at Belloni's."
"Good gracious!" answered Lawrence, with evident annoyance, "if you
could go to Belloni's, why in the world couldn't you come here as you
promised?"
"I meant to come," said Mark, looking somewhat embarrassed, as he
glanced at Carrissima. "You see, I went to Duffield's Hotel in Craven
Street direct from the station. I thought I would just potter about
and smoke a pipe or so till it was time to change."
"But you haven't changed!" exclaimed Lawrence, with a disapproving
frown at Mark's blue serge jacket. It no doubt suited his long,
athletic figure admirably; but, nevertheless, was very much out of
place in present circumstances.
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