She could not feel quite so confident of his presence at Aberdeen
Mansion this evening, and in any case such an encounter might not
necessarily tend to mitigate the unfortunate coolness which had grown
up between them. Still it would be a satisfaction to sit in the same
room with him; perhaps he would even take her in to dinner, and
to-night might prove the beginning of better days. Those through which
Carrissima was living at present could scarcely be much worse!
Even Colonel Faversham remarked how well she was looking when she said
"good-bye."
"I hope you won't feel very dull by yourself," she suggested.
"Dull!" he retorted. "Why in the world should I feel dull! You speak
as if I couldn't tolerate my own society for a few hours. Give me a
decent cigar and the _Field_, and I ask for nothing more. Besides,
what do you imagine will become of me when you're married?"
"Oh well," said Carrissima, "there's no need to anticipate anything of
that kind just yet."
"No," was the answer. "So it seems. What has happened to Mark Driver?
He used to haunt the house, but now we never see him.
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