He always expected a
rather more elaborate dinner and never failed to go to sleep after
luncheon. He allowed himself an extra cigar or two, and, in short,
deprecated anything which threatened to disturb his peace.
During the last few days his mind, chiefly owing to lapse of time, had
been easier concerning Bridget. Without being demonstratively
affectionate, she appeared as cheerful as ever, so that he reached
Number 5, Golfney Place at half-past three this afternoon with every
hope of spending an agreeable hour or two in her presence.
"Hullo!" he exclaimed, before he had been many minutes in the room,
"wild flowers!"
"I think they must be," said Bridget, with a laugh.
"They look fresh!"
"They ought to be," she answered. "They were growing an hour or two
ago."
"In the country?" suggested the colonel.
"Wouldn't it be lovely if one could pick primroses and marsh marigolds
in London!" said Bridget.
"Bridget," cried Colonel Faversham, "I believe you take a delight in
teasing me. I suppose the people of the house gave them to you!"
"How much I should like to have a motor-car," she said suddenly.
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