"I don't suppose I shall be home to tea unless you want me."
"Want you!" was the answer. "Good heavens, no! Why in the world
should I want you. Do you imagine I can't feed myself? Thank
goodness, I'm not in my second childhood yet. Besides, I shall most
likely have tea at the club. What a day, Carrissima! What a day!"
Having finished his cigar about a quarter of an hour later, Colonel
Faversham went to his dressing-room, where he spent a few minutes
brushing his hair with great vigour and twisting his moustache to a
point. On going down to the hall again, he noticed that the street
door stood open, and that Knight was talking to some one on the
threshold. As the colonel took his top hat from the table, he saw that
the visitor was a young lady who looked admirably in harmony with the
spring season. She wore a lightish grey cloth frock and a wide-brimmed
hat, beneath which a vast quantity of chestnut-coloured hair
conspicuously appeared.
He reached the open door as she was on the point of turning away, but,
seeing him, she hesitated.
"Miss Rosser, colonel," said Knight, standing between the pair.
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