She, left to her own devices, looked peculiarly charming this
afternoon, in a new hat, which Carrissima knew must have cost quite
five guineas.
Colonel Faversham's face wore a gloomy expression. He was annoyed
because Bridget had not been introduced to Mrs. Reynolds, and in
considerable pain from the increasing rheumatism in his knee joint. In
the midst of his old friend's monologue, Knight announced--
"Mr. Clynesworth."
"Good-afternoon, Jimmy," cried Carrissima, rising promptly from her
chair. "How nice and surprising of you to come!"
"I'll tell the truth if I perish," he answered. "The fact is I was
sent. I'm a special messenger."
"Then Sybil is at home!"
"She turned up last night," he explained. "The world has naturally
stood still during her absence, and she hasn't a moment to spare for
the ordinary pleasures of life. Moral, will you look her up to-morrow?"
Jimmy then turned to Mrs. Reynolds, who was sitting with a deprecatory
expression on her face, while Colonel Faversham, seeing an opportunity
to cross the room to Bridget, gripped the arms of his chair preparatory
to rising.
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