"Really!" cried Carrissima, sitting down again in an easy-chair. "I don't quite see why!"
"The fact remains that I was," he answered, with the faintest of smiles.
"Were you also pleased, by any chance?"
"Suppose we say I was—well, dazzled," said Mark, drawing closer to her chair.
"The simple explanation must be," returned Carrissima, with a tremor in her voice, "that Bridget said eight, and we understood half-past seven."
"In that event we must have been dreaming!"
"But then," she suggested, "it isn't likely that two persons would dream the same thing, is it?"
"Oh well, I'm not certain," said Mark, and he rested a hand on the arm of her chair.
"You see, Bridget invited me when I was here last week," Carrissima explained. "I might easily have made a blunder."
"She wrote to me," was the answer. "I have it in black and white.
There's no getting out of that."