It might be due to
an innate ingenuousness, or, in part, to the quasi-Bohemian life she
had probably lived during the last few years abroad.
There seemed to be an absence of reticence; a kind of natural freedom
which assuredly had a charm of its own, although some persons might not
approve of it--Lawrence, for one!
He came to Grandison Square the same evening, entering the drawing-room
still wearing his heavy overcoat.
"A bitter wind has sprung up," he said, standing close to the fire.
"What a pity you took the trouble to turn out in it," suggested
Carrissima, always rather inclined to resent his superintendence.
"What have you been doing all day?" he asked. "You haven't given
Phoebe a look in."
"I went to Golfney Place this afternoon," was the answer.
"Golfney Place----"
"To renew my acquaintance with Bridget," said Carrissima.
"Quite unnecessary!" retorted Lawrence.
"Far better if you had stayed away."
"Why?" demanded Carrissima.
"Phoebe suggested going," said Lawrence; "but I wouldn't allow it for a
moment."
"It's certain," cried Carrissima, "that she is a standing example of
the way not to treat a husband.
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