Enter Bridget

ng about Bridget Rosser to which she was scarcely accustomed in her own personal friends; something difficult to describe. It might

ral freedom which assuredly had a charm of its own, althou

e evening, entering the drawing-roo

ung up," he said, stan

the trouble to turn

ther inclined to rese

oing all day?" he ask

a loo

Place this afternoo

ney P

ntance with Bridget

ssary!" retor

if you had s

manded Ca

said Lawrence; "but I woul

xample of the way not to treat a husband. How ridiculous to

n't have allowed Mark to see her so often. A woman who lives alone! Why on earth couldn't you lea

"it can't have been Mark's ac

imed Lawrence, "Mark w

issima, with a laugh, "to make other pe

ments were even and unhurried, her appearance in her out-of-door garments was conspicuous. The brim of her hat struck Carrissima as being a shade w

earest little Dresden china aunts in the world. They are my mother's sisters and they give me no peace. You see, they are terribly Early Victorian. You were saying that your

rrissima, "they would lik

ite every week, but I positively couldn't endure it. Of course my father did his best to

a confirmed smoker and they might be good for you

tark, staring mad. Carrissima," she continued, "I suppose you know heaps and heaps of people. So did I when my father was alive-people who

fect coolness, she took a framed cabinet p

?" she asked. "I remember

d an almost dissipated expression, and he wore a large, pointed moustache. His hair was still plentiful, although

our father?"

ve," was

n't look

n to hear you say that!" cried Carrissima. "

one brother?"

r and a sister. They came between me a

of Colonel Faversham back in its place. "I hope you don't

Jimmy!" cri

laugh?" sa

ng very comical in his appearance, is the

is one of the pleasantest-l

a nice face," re

er eyes still on the photograph, "it i

le we were at Crowborough. Mr. Clynesworth. Although his name

Clynesworth," s

ster. She might be his mother by th

lot of looking af

er father was a physician, and she lost her mother when she was a small child. When she was about ten Doctor Clynesworth married again. His second wife was very wealthy, and, to judge by her portrait at Upper Grosvenor Street, she must have been a beautiful woman. All her money went to her only son-Jimmy, but Doctor C

said Bridget, returning th

smiled as if she were quite convinced of her ability to take care of herself. On saying "Good-bye" Carrissima made a point of urging her to

furnished an additional excuse for that jealousy which still dominated Carrissima's waking thoughts. Without forming any definite design, the id

il Clynesworth and, when he pleased, Jimmy. He had, however, a country house at Atlinghurst, and when he stay

as disappointed to hear that Sybil

ect her back?" a

the butler; "but Mr.

rissima, and in fact, he came out of the dinin

e boys had gone to the same preparatory school at Brighton. Sybil, considerably the oldest of the group, tried still to hope that Ji

the average; not a tall man, certainly not short, well built, but not noticeably broad-shouldered, and wearing this afternoon a rough, darkish tweed suit, fitting him r

rely hid his lips, although it was not brushed upwards in the mode of the moment. His eyes were rathe

ing forward to the door with his hand

see Sybil," s

bottom was taken ill. She sent for Sybil yesterday, as people

y. I mustn't stay,"

would really like to come in and have a talk, but for

ng judge!" sa

bowler hat from the stand, while the butler handed his gloves and cane. "I'v

er have,

mphlet-by one of the labour members, and upon my word, it made me squirm like one o

park. "Only to ask her to call on a girl she met w

ike-pretty, b

y," answere

ad if you give me the address, and

d Carrissima. "For some reason you can't have s

is her

. Her father wa

again a few months later. A man who never got his due. David Rosser had a style, you know: a little precious, perhaps, if that's