"But still," answered Lawrence, "I remember going down with father to
look at the house before he made up his mind to take it."

"I recollect Bridget perfectly well," said Carrissima in her most
cheerful tone. "Her father was David Rosser the novelist."

"He died in Paris about ten months ago," explained Mark, "and Bridget
was his only daughter."

"A rather nice-looking girl, with reddish hair!" said Phoebe.

"The most wonderful hair!" exclaimed Mark. "I have never seen anything
like it. Oh, she's wonderful altogether!"

"Where did you come across Miss Rosser again?" inquired Lawrence, while
Carrissima wished that her cheeks would not tingle so uncomfortably.

"At the Old Masters' about three months ago--just after Christmas,"
replied Mark. "I had lately left Saint Josephine's, you know. I
should never have recognized her, but she happened to drop her purse; I
naturally picked it up, and then she asked whether my name wasn't
Driver."

"Isn't Golfney Place chiefly lodging-houses?" asked Carrissima.

"Number Five is one, anyhow."

"Does Miss Rosser live with her mother?" suggested Phoebe.