"You see," she replied, "I really made up my mind at once. We haven't seen anything so good for the price as that bronze and black Childema rug at Mabred's."
"Then we have simply wasted the whole afternoon!"
"It isn't very nice of you to say that," cried Carrissima, rising from her chair, with a laugh. They were soon on their way back to the first warehouse they had visited, and the bronze and black carpet having been after some trouble identified, Mark drew a cheque to pay the bill.
On going out to the street again, he was on the point of hailing another taxi-cab, when Carrissima proposed walking at least a part of the way.
"Carrissima," he said, gazing down into her eyes, a few minutes later, "what is the colour?"
"Oh well," she replied, "there are ever so many blended together, you know."
"I thought there must be two," he admitted.
"Of course," she said, "the general effect is bronze and black."
"Blue or grey?" murmured Mark, as she looked up again.
"Have many carpets made you mad?" she demanded. "I don't understand what you are talking about!"