Seeing her amongst the children no one would have imagined that
she had a sorrow in the world; she was the life and soul of the
youthful party, and finally returned to Grandison Square in a
becomingly dishevelled condition in time for dinner.
The following morning Colonel Faversham went to the hall at eleven
o'clock, wearing a flower in his buttonhole. Carrissima accompanying
him dutifully to the door, remarked that he had a new top hat.
"Do you think it suits me?" he asked, turning to face her. "Not too
much brim, Carrissima?"
"It looks a trifle small," she answered.
"Small--nonsense! A man doesn't want a hat to come down over his eyes.
I'm not a fogy yet, I hope."
"Why, of course not," she exclaimed. "Still, you will have to hold it
on in the wind."
"Anyhow, that's better than using infernal pins that are a danger to
the community," said Colonel Faversham. "I'll tell you what: next time
I choose a hat I'll get you to come with me."
"I suppose you will be home to lunch," she suggested, telling herself
she was shamefully cunning. But she could not help suspecting that he
was off on some jaunt with Bridget, and no doubt she felt a little
bitter about it.
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