"Well, did you see Bridget?" she asked.
"Oh yes," said Mark.
"If you appointed yourself her father-confessor she must have been a
wee bit surprised."
"The surprise was on my side," said Mark.
"What about?" demanded Carrissima.
"The state of her finances. All she has in the world is the remnant of
two or three thousand pounds she inherited from her mother. Rosser
left her nothing, and she is calmly spending her capital."
"But why," suggested Carrissima, "should she go out of her way to
enlighten you about her income?"
"Anyhow," was the answer, "the time is bound to come when she won't
possess one."
"What does she propose to do in that case?" said Carrissima. "At
present her dressmaker's bill must be rather extravagant, and I wish I
could buy such hats! I suppose," Carrissima added, "that marriage is
to be the way out of her difficulty."
"At least," replied Mark, "you may console yourself that nothing is
settled at the moment."
"How do you know?" asked Carrissima hastily.
"You may accept it as a fact," he insisted.
"Undoubtedly," she retorted, "your conversation must have taken an
extraordinary turn last night.
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