As Jimmy bowed, he coolly took the chair which
would have already been occupied, if caution and time had not been
desirable this afternoon in Colonel Faversham's movements.
"I should have known you anywhere," said Bridget, without the least
hesitation. "Your photograph," she explained, as Mrs. Reynolds changed
her position to engage her host's attention, "has represented you
during your absence. Carrissima was kind enough to fill in the
colours."
"It's to be hoped she laid them on with a trowel," was the answer, "and
gave me a better character than I deserve."
"Don't you deserve a good one?"
"Oh well, I am not going to give myself away," said Jimmy. "Anyhow,
I'm far from deserving this good fortune."
Her cheerful laugh brought Colonel Faversham's anxious eyes to her
face, and he began to realize the disadvantages of a secret engagement.
"I think," she was remarking, "that I used to know Miss Clynesworth."
"A liberal education," said Jimmy, "and I hope you will soon improve
it. Quite infuriating," he added.
"What is?" asked Bridget.
"The cussedness of destiny! Weeks have passed since Carrissima came to
ask Sybil to look you up.
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