To illustrate his skill, he
made her bring some cards, and, sweeping clear a space on the table,
kept her up until past midnight.
Colonel Faversham always came to breakfast with brisk and almost
aggressive robustness. He had an enormous appetite, and when this was
at last satisfied, it was his custom to retire with the newspaper to
his smoking-room until eleven o'clock. The morning was so bright that
he began to regret his return to London, although it was true that he
could reach his favourite golf-course in three-quarters of an hour in a
taxi-cab. There, indeed, Colonel Faversham spent the most of his
waking hours, usually finishing up with a couple of hours' bridge
before returning by rail to Grandison Square in time for dinner. Then
he was occasionally irritable, and although he would never admit that
he felt tired, Carrissima had her own opinion.
On the Saturday after his return from Church Stretton, however, he
stayed at home, and as he sat smoking after an excellent luncheon,
Carrissima came in wearing her hat and jacket.
"I'm going to see Phoebe," she explained, in the act of fastening her
gloves.
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