I should say she's about the same age as Carrissima."
"As a matter of prosaic fact," answered Carrissima, forcing a smile,
although she did not feel very cheerful at the moment, "she is a few
months older."
"Well," Lawrence persisted, "after picking up the purse at the Old
Masters', what was the next move in the game?"
Phoebe was beginning to look rather anxious. She realized that Mark
was growing impatient under Lawrence's cross-examination--he was
supposed to be a skilful cross-examiner. It was occasionally a little
difficult to keep the peace between these two men, who were her
dearest; with the exception, perhaps, of the little man up-stairs.
"Bridget asked me to call," said Mark, "or I asked whether I might. I
forget which, and what in the world does it matter?"
"Anyhow, you went!"
"Why, of course," was the answer.
"Is Miss Rosser--is she hard up, by any chance?" asked Lawrence.
"Good Lord, no!" exclaimed Mark. "My dear fellow, you've got quite a
wrong impression. Hard up! You've only to see her."
"No doubt," suggested Lawrence, "you have had numerous opportunities.
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