Nevertheless, he felt sore as he left
Weymouth Street.
CHAPTER XXIII
HAVING IT OUT
"Mr. Driver," announced Knight at half-past three that Monday afternoon.
Carrissima at once came to the conclusion that she had never seen him
look so solemn--or quite so handsome, although she wished that he had
stayed away.
"How are you, Mark?" she said, mustering a smile, however, as she held
out her hand.
"I have come rather early," he answered, and Carrissima noticed that he
barely touched her finger tips.
"Won't you sit down?" she suggested, returning to her own chair.
"So that I might make certain of finding you alone," continued Mark,
still standing in the middle of the room.
"Well, your object is attained," she cried brightly. "Father is not at
home, and I am not expecting any visitors."
"I thought the best plan," he said, "was to have it out without any
waste of time."
"Oh dear!" murmured Carrissima. "Have what out?"
"I am going to speak quite plainly----"
"Why in the world shouldn't you?"
"I want to know," said Mark, "why you--of all people--told Sybil
Clynesworth--well, what you did tell her?"
"What did I?" asked Carrissima.
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