"
"Oh well," said Mark, with a shrug, "she was on her lonesome and so was
I at the time. It was just before I went to Yorkshire, you know.
Carrissima was in Devonshire and I was kicking my heels in idleness at
Duffield's."
"It really was rather too bad," remarked Phoebe, "to go there this
evening, considering that you were engaged to dine with us. Wasn't it,
Carrissima?"
"Oh, it was shameful of you, Mark!" cried Carrissima, with a laugh.
"You understand how it was," he explained, taking a chair by her side.
"I didn't mean to stay ten minutes. I thought I could get there and
back comfortably in a taxi, and so I should, but----"
"The temptation proved too strong for you," suggested Lawrence.
"I don't know what you mean by 'temptation,'" retorted Mark, while
Phoebe tried to catch her husband's eye. "Bridget was most awfully
pleased to see me. She had a fit of the blues for some reason or
other."
"Is she liable to that sort of thing?" asked Lawrence.
"Not a bit of it," said Mark enthusiastically. "She's just about the
brightest girl you have ever seen in your life.
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