She looked very small and bright when, a few
days later, she set forth, wearing the new set of furs, which were
certainly her most becoming apparel. She had hesitated whether the
March afternoon was really cold enough to justify their use, and before
reaching her destination came to the conclusion that it was not.
But, regarding Bridget as possibly a rival, she wished to make her
bravest show. With her dark, wide-brimmed hat, her remarkably fair
hair, her fresh, clear complexion and her diminutive but piquantly
womanly figure, she assuredly need not fear any ordinary comparison.
Golfney Place is a secluded thoroughfare, containing a few intensely
respectable-looking shops, an estate-agent's office, a church and some
superior lodging-houses. These, like the church, were all painted
white, and, indeed, some of them were at present receiving their fresh
spring coats.
The door of Number 5 was opened by a middle-aged man, Mr. Miller, the
proprietor of the house, and indistinguishable in appearance from an
ordinary butler.
"Miss Rosser?" said Carrissima, and, taking her up-stairs, he stopped
to ask her name on the first landing.
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