other."

"Is she liable to that sort of thing?" asked Lawrence.

"Not a bit of it," said Mark enthusiastically. "She's just about the
brightest girl you have ever seen in your life. That was what made it
the more upsetting. I felt I must do something to cheer her up."

"So you took her to Belloni's!" said Lawrence. "They do you uncommonly
well at Belloni's."

"Anyhow," Mark admitted, "they gave us some ripping Burgundy. I got
away directly we finished dinner," he continued, "and I knew Phoebe
wouldn't mind."

"Well," said Lawrence, in response to her warning frown, "now you're
here, suppose we have a game at bridge."




CHAPTER III

BRIDGET

To put the matter plainly, Carrissima was jealous.

It was half-past eleven when she reached her father's house at Number
13, Grandison Square, S.W., and she felt pleased to find that the fire
was still alight in the drawing-room. Having told the butler that he