Before I was grown up we always had a primrose party."
Carrissima could not refrain from looking at her sympathetically.
Although her lips were smiling, her eyes seemed not a little pitiful.
It was impossible not to like the girl, and, moreover, if it were
granted that she was (as Lawrence insisted) manoeuvring for Colonel
Faversham, it seemed to follow that there must be less fear for Mark!
Perhaps, in some occult, subconscious way, this unbidden idea may have
quickened Carrissima's regard, and in any case she deprecated the
lonely birthday, forming a small benevolent scheme of her own for its
celebration. In the first place, she determined to send Bridget a
present, and then she would go to Golfney Place during the afternoon
and take her out to tea. A modest programme, but still better than
nothing.
On Tuesday afternoon Carrissima was, naturally, bound to Phoebe and
Victor, but during the morning she made her way to Donaldson's, the
jeweller's, in Old Bond Street, where her family had dealt for many
years. Lawrence went there for presents for his wife; Colonel
Faversham (who, to do him justice, was generous in this respect) never
went anywhere else at Christmas time or on Carrissima's birthday.
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