"The important question is," suggested Jimmy, "what did Carrissima say?"
"And," said Bridget, "what did Mark ask her?"
Carrissima looked entreatingly into his face across the table.
"The fact is," he explained, disregarding her mute appeal, "I asked her to marry me!"
Bridget was on her feet in an instant.
"Oh, how immensely pleased I am!" she cried, stooping to kiss
Carrissima's forehead. "Jimmy, you may drink your wine now!"
He lost no time in raising his glass.
"Carrissima!" he said. "Mark, old chap!"
She looked across the table, half smiles, half tears.