I knew what she was. I told Phoebe."
"What nonsense," said Carrissima. "As if any human being could have
imagined she would dream of marrying father that night Mark told us he
had met her again."
"Well," cried Lawrence in his most weighty tone, "we may see something
when Mark comes back from Paris. Odd that he hasn't written to Phoebe
once since he went away--his only sister! Mark may upset the apple
cart yet. It's certain he was pretty far gone, and I don't suppose she
cares whom she marries, as long as he has a decent income. It's true
she would naturally prefer a husband who is not likely to live many
years."
"Oh, Lawrence!" expostulated Phoebe. "How can you talk like that. He
doesn't mean what he says, Carrissima."
"Indeed I do," he answered. "I am a man of the world."
"Still," said Carrissima, "you needn't be a man of the flesh and the
devil!"
"Anyhow," returned Lawrence, "we shall see what happens when Mark comes
back."
"One thing is certain," said Carrissima, "nothing on earth would induce
me to live at home if father were to marry Bridget."
"As if you could live anywhere else.
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