Where could you go?"
"I shouldn't stay there!" said Carrissima.
"The idea of a girl of your age setting up on her own is ridiculous,"
was the reply. "As bad as the other woman! You have made your bed and
you will have to lie on it."
"Ah, well!" said Carrissima, "it won't be at Number 13, Grandison
Square."
CHAPTER VIII
A PROPOSAL
"Has Colonel Faversham returned?" asked Carrissima when Knight opened
the door.
"The colonel is in the smoking-room," was the answer, and she went
there at once. He was leaning back in an easy-chair, with his feet on
the fender, a cigar between his lips, and an unusually benignant
expression on his face.
"Well, Carrissima," he inquired amicably, "where have you sprung from?"
"I went to Charteris Street," she returned. "What have you been doing
since eleven?"
"What have I been doing?" said Colonel Faversham, rubbing his palms
violently together. "Well, now, to tell you the truth, I've been out
on the spree! Such a glorious day! I couldn't resist the temptation.
A man at the club--I don't think you know him--Comberbatch--asked me to
share a taxi and run down to Richmond to lunch.
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