I really think you had better be quiet. How long is it," she asked, as
they walked towards Weymouth Street on the way to Grandison Square,
"since you saw Bridget?"
"Not since the day after my return from Paris," he replied. "I have
not been near Golfney Place. Nor," he added, "have I any intention of
going. To all intents and purposes, Bridget has dropped out of my
life."
"Any one would imagine," said Carrissima, "that she had done something
to annoy you."
"Oh dear, no," was the answer. "I am simply indifferent." Before she
had time to explain that she had promised to go to Golfney Place the
following afternoon, he added, "By the bye, your fears have not been
realized so far. I am immensely glad of that."
"Ah, yes," said Carrissima; "after Bridget's curious confidences, I
suppose you expected something--something horrid to occur quite soon!"
"We need not rake up the past," cried Mark, who would have preferred to
avoid Bridget's name, which indeed had not been mentioned between them
during the last few weeks.
"For that matter," she said, "my anxiety is practically a thing of the
past.
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