"It must be a quarter to eight!" Carrissima suggested.
"Seventeen minutes to," said Mark, taking out his watch.
"I hope no accident has happened," suggested Carrissima, and bringing forward a chair, he sat down close to her side. "One is reminded," she added, "of a certain evening when Lawrence and Phoebe waited for you—do you remember?"
"Oh dear, yes," said Mark, passing a hand over his forehead. "Let us hope these people won't be quite so much behind as I was!"
"Are you afraid of being bored?" asked Carrissima. "Or are you merely hungry?"
"It seems a long time since I saw you last," he remarked.
"Whose fault was that?"
"My misfortune, anyhow," he admitted.
"You had only to come to Grandison Square," said Carrissima. "You knew
I was always on view!"
They both lapsed into silence, thinking in common of his last visit to Colonel Faversham's, when, perhaps, neither of them had shown to the best advantage.