She
scarcely remembered what she had said in her excitement and
disappointment, although she had little doubt it was something far too
much to the point. His wrath was in some degree a relief to
Carrissima, although she could not imagine what plausible excuse he
could intend to offer. Because, after all, she could not disbelieve
the evidence of her own senses.
"Mark," she said, "I don't think you are treating me in the least
fairly."
"How is that?" he demanded.
"Oh well, you come here and take the offensive----"
"Then you believe I have nothing to do but defend myself?" said Mark.
"I can only suppose," she retorted, "that you fancy the best method is
to try to carry the war into the enemy's country."
"My enemy--you! Good Lord!" exclaimed Mark.
"Of course," she continued, "there doesn't exist the slightest reason
why you should take the trouble to excuse yourself to me. You have
done me no wrong."
"By Jove! you have done me a cruel one," he said, with evident emotion.
"I am sorry I said a word to Sybil," answered Carrissima. "But she
happened to be here when I got home from Golfney Place that afternoon.
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