thing at a time."

"It depends on its nature," said Carrissima.

"Whom should I see getting out of a taxi," cried Lawrence, "but the
colonel and some woman."

"My dear Lawrence," was the answer, "knowing father as well as you
pretend to know everybody, surely you cannot imagine there's anything
very unusual about that."

"Carrissima," interposed Phoebe, "I really think from Lawrence's
description that she must have been Bridget Rosser."

"Oh, but surely not!"

"I think it was," Phoebe insisted.

"He has only seen her once," said Carrissima. "That was on Saturday
week. She would scarcely----"

"Let me ask you one question!" cried Lawrence.

"Oh, a dozen," said Carrissima.

"How do you know that was the only time he saw the woman?"

"Of course, I can't say that I know for certain," she admitted.

"There you are! You don't know. You don't even believe. You simply