"You won't forget, Carrissima," said Colonel Faversham at breakfast the
next morning. "You won't forget you're going to see Bridget this
afternoon. Take a few flowers--roses, if you ask me! She is fond of
roses."
She assured her father that she had not forgotten, and eventually set
out in excellent spirits; the optimism with which she was disposed to
regard the world at large including Miss Rosser. Carrissima made her
way to a florist's, and after hovering over various kinds of flowers
for ten minutes, at last bought so many pink and yellow roses that she
did not like to carry them through the streets. A taxi-cab soon
brought her to Golfney Place, and Miller did not keep her long at the
street door.
"Is Miss Rosser at home?" she inquired, as she took a firmer grip of
the rose stalks, which did not seem to be fastened very securely
together.
"Will you walk in, please," said Miller, leading the way up-stairs.
When they reached the first landing, Carrissima was about two yards in
the rear. She carried the large bunch of flowers in her left hand as
Miller turned the handle and opened the sitting-room door.
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