"Now I have seen you again," said Colonel Faversham gallantly, "it becomes much more difficult than ever to believe anything of the sort."
"I hope," replied Bridget, "you mean to come and see me often. Jimmy will be delighted. We have taken the duckiest little furnished flat while we look about for a house of our own."
"You are not going to settle down in Upper Grosvenor Street?" suggested the colonel.
"Oh dear, no! We should never dream of disturbing Sybil, nor of living with her. You don't know what a good fellow Jimmy is! Now he has a wife to keep him up to the mark he will do the most wonderful and unexpected things. You will see! He is going to stand for Atlinghurst, and I assure you I intend to get him in. Don't you think I shall make an excellent canvasser? Now, please, understand," she added, "I expect you to come and see me!"
"Where is the flat?" he inquired.
"Aberdeen Mansion," she answered. "Jimmy took it while we were abroad——"
"Without seeing it? Good gracious!" said Colonel Faversham. That was just like Jimmy—and Bridget.
"Oh dear, yes," she said. "We left it to an agent, and, really, nothing could have turned out better. It is only a few yards from Hyde Park Corner. Will you come and have lunch this morning? I know Jimmy will be at home—not that it matters if he isn't."
"Some other time, if you will allow me," said Colonel Faversham, offering his right hand.
"I wish," cried Bridget, as she stood holding it, "you would promise me one thing!"