Goodness knows how he will endure three days in a
house where tobacco has always been tabooed. Would next Friday suit
you?"
"Quite nicely," said Carrissima.
"Oh, but Friday is an unlucky day, isn't it?" cried Bridget. "I don't
know whether you are superstitious, although I believe everyone is
about something. Suppose we say Thursday, and if I can't get together
the people I should like to meet you I must write and fix another
evening. If you don't hear to the contrary I shall expect you on
Thursday--at eight o'clock. Or," Bridget added, "perhaps half-past
seven will be more convenient. Yes, please let it be half-past seven."
Carrissima walked back to Grandison Square thinking of the change which
had occurred in Bridget, who yet remained in many ways the same as she
had ever been and most likely always would be. But she had no longer
anything to disguise, anything to scheme for. Her manner was
characterized by a new and delightful air of authority, and, indeed,
Carrissima, if anybody, had become the plotter now! As far as Mrs.
Jimmy was concerned the slate had been cleaned.
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