"I wish," cried Bridget, as she stood holding it, "you would promise me
one thing!"
"Upon my word," he replied, "it's difficult to refuse to promise you
anything."
"Well, then, please make Carrissima pay me a visit at once--at once,
you understand?"
As Colonel Faversham walked on to his club, hastening because he had
grown cold standing still so long, he doubted whether or not he should
mention Mrs. Jimmy's name at Grandison Square. He never ceased to
congratulate himself, inasmuch as the fact of his abortive engagement
had been kept secret. Even if Carrissima suspected anything of the
kind, she could not possibly know for certain! Colonel Faversham
realized, however, that his relationship to Bridget in former days
might still be raked up as food for scoffers, and he shrank from
anything of the nature of ridicule. Mrs. Jimmy, indeed, was a delicate
topic, and he would probably have kept his own counsel concerning the
meeting in Piccadilly, if he had not feared lest she should
subsequently come into contact with Carrissima, when his silence might
defeat his own end.
"Whom do you think I saw this morning?" he asked, after dinner that
evening.
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