"Bridget Rosser. Her father was a novelist----"

"Oh!" cried Jimmy, "you mean David Rosser. I remember that the colonel
introduced me; besides, I happened to run up against him 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 a drawback. So you
know his daughter! I will see that Sybil goes to see Miss Rosser.
Then," said Jimmy, "I shall have a look in."




CHAPTER V

COLONEL FAVERSHAM

Colonel Faversham came home on Wednesday evening, the day after
Carrissima's visit to Upper Grosvenor Street. She was sitting alone in
the drawing-room, doubtful as to the precise date of his return, when
she suddenly became aware of his presence in the house.

Colonel Faversham was apt to be noisy and blusterous. He had a loud
voice, a rather demonstrative cough, he walked with a heavy tread, and,
in fact, was generally assertive. Carrissima, not wishing to fail in
her filial duty, went down-stairs to meet him in the hall, as the
butler was helping him off with his thick overcoat.

"Ah, Carrissima!" he exclaimed at the top of his voice, "I'm sorry I
didn't wire; but, to tell you the truth, I forgot all about it. Well,