I never depend on other people. Give me
independence," he added, standing upright though the effort made him
wince.
"Yet you ask me to sacrifice mine!" said Bridget. "But what would Mr.
Lawrence Faversham have to say?"
"Upon my soul I can't imagine," was the answer.
"I believe you are thoroughly afraid of him and Carrissima. Well, so
am I," she admitted.
Colonel Faversham had never held Lawrence in greater awe than at this
moment when he believed that happiness lay within his grasp. He
perceived that Carrissima the previous evening must have been
attempting to influence him, and consequently that she already
suspected his intentions. Now Colonel Faversham had often turned the
matter over in his mind, with the result that he conceived a plan
which, if it could only be carried successfully out, might obviate
everything unpleasant.
"Lawrence," he said, "is a good fellow. A little too good, perhaps. I
have never pretended to be an anchorite. I've too much warm blood
still in my veins. Come to that, I'm to all intents and purposes a
younger man than my son. I have the greatest respect for Lawrence, but
he seems to have been born old.
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