It seems like a dream to look back. You know I used
to think of you as ever so much older than myself, because you seemed
to be the mistress of the house."
"Well," answered Carrissima, "I am not many months younger."
"Ah! but now I regard you as quite a child in comparison."
"That doesn't prevent me from being twenty-two," said Carrissima.
"No, of course not, but the actual years are nothing. It's all that's
crowded into them--oh dear! I have had such experiences! During the
last few months of poor father's life we lived in an _appartement_ in
Paris, and afterwards I didn't know what to do or where to go, so I
kept it on for myself. I used to go to Ronseau's studio--you've heard
of Ronseau?--till he convinced me it wasn't of the slightest use to
persevere. Then I came to London and soon began to wish I hadn't.
Because I did know ever so many people in Paris, but over here I can't
tell you how deadly dull it was until I met Mark."
"You must come and see me as soon as you can," suggested Carrissima.
"Oh dear, yes," said Bridget. "Do let me fasten your furs!" she added,
as Carrissima rose from the sofa.
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