"My dear, you must let me be yours."
Bridget, it appeared, was to return to lunch in Upper Grosvenor Street, and Jimmy, having already spoken to Miller, would escort her to No. 5, Golfney Place during the afternoon. It was while he was absent on this errand that Sybil sat down to write to Carrissima, sending the note to Grandison Square by hand. Since the reproachful letter which Sybil had received on the morning after the interview with Mark Driver, it seemed too soon to carry the epoch-marking news in person. So she explained that Jimmy was engaged to be married, and admitted her own more favourable impression of her prospective sister-in-law; she told Carrissima that Bridget had returned to Golfney Place, and added that the wedding was to take place at once.
"Well," demanded Colonel Faversham, who happened to be sitting with
Carrissima when Knight brought in the letter, "who's it from?"
"Sybil Clynesworth," she answered, with her eyes on the notepaper.
"What has she got to say?" exclaimed the colonel, fidgeting in his chair. "Why do you hesitate?" he added.
"Jimmy is going to be married," said Carrissima.
"H'm! Going to marry Bridget?"
"From what Sybil says, in a very few days," was the answer.
Colonel Faversham said nothing more at the moment. He had been doing his utmost to make a virtue of necessity. The grapes were sour. He ought to be thankful for a lucky escape! He wished Jimmy joy of his bargain! Nevertheless, he looked dejected as he sat in his easy-chair, and Carrissima could not help feeling sorry for him in one way, although she was profoundly thankful that he had been saved, in spite of himself, from a marriage which could scarcely have failed to turn out miserably.
"I suppose," said Carrissima, "I ought to send some sort of wedding present?"