"Let us
hope these people won't be quite so much behind as I was!"
"Are you afraid of being bored?" asked Carrissima. "Or are you merely
hungry?"
"It seems a long time since I saw you last," he remarked.
"Whose fault was that?"
"My misfortune, anyhow," he admitted.
"You had only to come to Grandison Square," said Carrissima. "You knew
I was always on view!"
They both lapsed into silence, thinking in common of his last visit to
Colonel Faversham's, when, perhaps, neither of them had shown to the
best advantage.
"It's difficult to shut one's mind to facts," exclaimed Mark suddenly.
"I fancy I have heard you protest that few things can be more
misleading," she retorted.
He sat leaning forward in his chair, close to Carrissima's, his arms
resting on his knees.
"Yes, that's all right," he said. "But I have sometimes to advise
patients to submit to operations, thinking how I should hate the ordeal
on my own account. I quite understand that the only way is often to
shut one's eyes. Life seems to include a good many things which simply
won't bear thinking about.
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