"The most wonderful hair!" exclaimed Mark. "I have never seen anything
like it. Oh, she's wonderful altogether!"
"Where did you come across Miss Rosser again?" inquired Lawrence, while
Carrissima wished that her cheeks would not tingle so uncomfortably.
"At the Old Masters' about three months ago--just after Christmas,"
replied Mark. "I had lately left Saint Josephine's, you know. 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.
"Then the house was given up. Bridget wandered about Europe with her
father until his own death a little less than a year ago."
"Then," demanded Lawrence, "whom does she live with?"
"Oh, she's quite on her own."
"What is her age, for goodness' sake?"
"Upon my word, I don't know for certain," said Mark. "I couldn't very
well inquire.
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