"I don't understand," said Jimmy, withdrawing his hand.
"It's perfectly true," muttered Mark, moistening his lips, "that
Carrissima came to Golfney Place and saw me----"
"Saw you--saw you with Bridget in your arms! Good Lord!" exclaimed
Jimmy, gazing down at Mark's bowed head.
Rising from his chair, Mark gripped one lapelle of his frock coat in
each hand as he paced the small room.
"She was talking about her earlier days at Crowborough," he said, with
considerable embarrassment. "She had been there that morning. She
seemed upset, and I--well, I lost my head for the moment. I hadn't
seen her since the day after my return from Paris. What I told
Carrissima was absolutely true. The moment she entered Bridget's room
I saw what a fool I had been. Of course, we both made the mistake of
imagining Carrissima had seen nothing. But anyhow--whatever she saw,
to think she could jump to such a conclusion!"
"Not very surprising, after all," said Jimmy quietly. "I fancy that I
should have thought the same. You must admit the situation appeared a
little compromising."
"You wouldn't say that if you had seen Bridget later on," answered Mark.
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