"You expect some one--one of your aunts, for instance--to leave you a
fortune!" said Mark.
"Oh dear, no! I am not in the least likely to wish any one to die.
Really I think you are rather stupid this evening. There might be a
marriage, you know. Such things do happen!"
"Anyhow," he answered, "you mustn't let yourself be frightened into
marrying Colonel Faversham."
Rising from her end of the sofa, Bridget glided to his, and standing
close in front of him, so that her skirt brushed his knees, she looked
insinuatingly into his face.
"Will you," she said, "kindly tell me what I am to do, Mr. Driver?"
CHAPTER XI
MARK REPORTS PROGRESS
Mark Driver must have been much more obtuse than the most of his
friends believed, to fail to recognize the invitation in Bridget's
demeanour. Although he had not the slightest intention to profit by
it, he could not pretend that for the moment it lacked enticement.
It seemed perfectly clear that she was holding the balance between
himself and Colonel Faversham; and realizing that her income must some
day inevitably be exhausted, shrinking from an appeal to her aunts at
Sandbay, that she was determined to take Time by the forelock and seek
safety in marriage.
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