Enter Bridget

swung round to face her, his hands thrust deep

r Bridget Rosser, Phoebe! When we st

rence, with his usual

not there,

r going down with father to look at the ho

d Carrissima in her most cheerful tone. "

ths ago," explained Mark, "and

ng girl, with reddis

Mark. "I have never seen anything lik

oss Miss Rosser again?"

her cheeks would not

ly left Saint Josephine's, you know. I should never have recognized her, but she happened to

chiefly lodging-house

ive is on

ive with her mother

wer. "Then the house was given up. Bridget wandered about Europe

Lawrence, "whom d

s quite o

age, for go

d Mark. "I couldn't very well inquire. I shou

, forcing a smile, although she did not feel very

sted, "after picking u

was the next mo

ss-examination-he was supposed to be a skilful cross-examiner. It was occasionally a little difficult to keep

or I asked whether I might. I forget whi

w, you

urse," was

e hard up, by any cha

r fellow, you've got quite a wrong impre

awrence, "you have had

ith a shrug, "she was o

just before I went t

shire and I was kicking

ield

to go there this evening, considering that you wer

f you, Mark!" cried Ca

r side. "I didn't mean to stay ten minutes. I thought I could g

d too strong for you,

hoebe tried to catch her husband's eye. "Bridget was most awfully pl

that sort of thing

e brightest girl you have ever seen in your life. That was what mad

" said Lawrence. "They do you

g Burgundy. I got away directly we finished dinner

o her warning frown, "now you're her