She had sense enough to understand, too, that Jimmy had only
to hear of the existing engagement to retire from the competition.
As a matter of fact, Jimmy had no thought of drawing back. The
following Sunday morning the sun seemed to shine more brightly than
usual, and Bridget stood at one of the windows of her sitting-room,
looking out at the few passers-by on their way to the white-fronted
church farther along the street. Its bell was ringing cheerfully.
Until the last few years she had always lived in the country, and now
her thoughts flew back to earlier days, and she pictured the fields and
hedgerows, remembering the places where she used to find daffodils and
primroses and violets. A longing seemed to seize upon her as the
church bells left off ringing, and then she heard a hooter, and saw a
dark-red motor-car stop at the door, with a chauffeur driving and
Jimmy, with a light-brown fur rug over his knees, sitting alone behind.
"A magnificent morning!" he cried, entering her sitting-room a few
moments later. "I couldn't resist the temptation, and to tell you the
truth, I didn't try very hard.
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