"But you haven't changed!" exclaimed Lawrence, with a disapproving
frown at Mark's blue serge jacket. It no doubt suited his long,
athletic figure admirably; but, nevertheless, was very much out of
place in present circumstances.

"No, of course not," said Mark. "The fact is I altered my mind.
Instead of hanging about at Duffield's, I thought I would go to Golfney
Place."

"What on earth for?"

"Oh well, to see Bridget, you know," answered Mark, and once more he
glanced at Carrissima, whose eyes met his own.




CHAPTER II

MARK EXPLAINS

"Who is Bridget?" asked Phoebe, whereupon Mark swung round to face her,
his hands thrust deep in his jacket pockets, his face slightly flushed.

"Miss Rosser," he said. "You remember Bridget Rosser, Phoebe! When we
stayed at Crowborough four years ago."

"Five," suggested Lawrence, with his usual meticulous exactitude.

"You were not there," said Mark.