At the worst your money will hold out for some
time to come."
"Oh dear, yes!" she cried more brightly, "and before it has all gone,
why, I shall be provided with somebody else's."
Still she looked up at him rather pitifully, her eyes meeting his own,
her chin invitingly raised with its delectable dimple. Now, Mark
wished devoutly that the idea of that dimple as a sort of _point
d'appui_ had never entered his thoughts, but there was the regrettable
fact. Of course he had hitherto always resisted the temptation, which
was the greater because he knew that he need not fear opposition; but
still, there was Carrissima and he resisted it again.
He went to Grandison Square the following afternoon as if to seek a
corrective; and once in her presence marvelled at his own weakness.
Here was the woman, as somebody says, for him to go picnicking through
the world with. Not that the time had arrived just yet. Mark was not
without a sturdy independence. Besides, there would be Colonel
Faversham to deal with. As soon as he had made a beginning in his
profession, then would be the time to ask Carrissima to share his lot.
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