"
"I am not angry," cried Colonel Faversham, rubbing the side of his hand.
"I don't know what you would call it!"
"I may have been a little vehement," he replied. "No wonder. I make a
simple suggestion, and surely I have a right to expect my daughter to
adopt it."
"If Bridget is to be asked to dine," said Carrissima, with a sigh, "I
think we ought to invite some one outside our own family."
"Am I the master here, or am I not?" demanded Colonel Faversham. "Very
well! You will write to Phoebe to-day. Get her and Lawrence to fix an
evening--this week if possible--and then ask Miss Rosser."
"Lawrence is not likely to come," suggested Carrissima.
"Why not?"
"Anyhow, he refused to allow Phoebe to go to Golfney Place!"
"You will kindly do as I tell you," said the colonel. "Lawrence has
more sense than you give him credit for."
Carrissima was compelled to admit that her father had a right to act as
he pleased. She wrote to Phoebe the same morning, and Lawrence,
reading the letter on his return from the Temple, at once declared that
nothing on earth should induce him to go and meet "that woman"!
Having dined, however, and smoked a cigarette, he began to take a more
tolerant view of the situation.
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