"She was talking about her earlier days at Crowborough," he said, with considerable embarrassment. "She had been there that morning. She seemed upset, and I—well, I lost my head for the moment. I hadn't seen her since the day after my return from Paris. What I told Carrissima was absolutely true. The moment she entered Bridget's room I saw what a fool I had been. Of course, we both made the mistake of imagining Carrissima had seen nothing. But anyhow—whatever she saw, to think she could jump to such a conclusion!"
"Not very surprising, after all," said Jimmy quietly. "I fancy that I should have thought the same. You must admit the situation appeared a little compromising."
"You wouldn't say that if you had seen Bridget later on," answered Mark.
"Look here, old fellow," said Jimmy, "you and I have known each other a good many years. You remember when we used to fight like billy-oh at Brighton."
"I dare say you feel rather as if you would like to punch my head now," returned Mark.
"H'm, well—I tell you frankly," said Jimmy. "This jaw we're having may influence my whole life."
"It has already influenced mine," cried Mark.
"How's that?" demanded Jimmy.
"I have been hoping to marry Carrissima—to put it plainly. You've shown what she thinks of me."
"Surely," said Jimmy, "she had more than a little excuse!"