I am a perfect idiot at that sort of thing. Where shall
we go?"
"You would never ask such a question," said Carrissima, looking
wonderfully happy as she sat holding her cup and saucer, "if you had
any real feeling for the Art of Shopping. We will go everywhere. The
first thing is to land yourself in the neighbourhood--then you plunge.
The idea of making up your mind where to buy a thing before you start.
That's not the way. Do it thoroughly and see all that is to be seen."
"When shall we go," asked Mark, "since I mustn't ask where?"
"Any afternoon you like to name next week!"
"It is evidently going to be a long job," said Mark. "Suppose we say
Monday afternoon. I will call for Phoebe at three in a taxi, then we
will make for Grandison Square."
Carrissima left Weymouth Street in the highest spirits, and at last
began to wonder whether her long patience was by way of being rewarded.
When Monday arrived she actually put on her hat--her most becoming
hat--before the appointed time, and as she sat waiting for Mark and
Phoebe Colonel Faversham looked into the dining-room.
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