"
"Can't we find a shop about here?" urged Mark.
"It won't take us half-an-hour in a taxi," she insisted, and a few
minutes later they were on their way.
"After we have fortified ourselves," said Mark, "perhaps we shall find
it possible to make up our minds."
When they reached the restaurant in Piccadilly, Carrissima admitted
that she felt glad to sit down.
"Now, don't you think," suggested Mark, after she had drunk two cups of
China tea and sampled the cakes, "we might begin serious business at
the next place."
"If you're really sick of it," she answered, "we may as well go back to
the beginning, though I wanted to visit one or two places about here."
"O Lord!" exclaimed Mark.
"You see," she replied, "I really made up my mind at once. We haven't
seen anything so good for the price as that bronze and black Childema
rug at Mabred's."
"Then we have simply wasted the whole afternoon!"
"It isn't very nice of you to say that," cried Carrissima, rising from
her chair, with a laugh. They were soon on their way back to the first
warehouse they had visited, and the bronze and black carpet having been
after some trouble identified, Mark drew a cheque to pay the bill.
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