"As I was walking home on Saturday," he explained, "I turned up the
Haymarket. The people were just going in to the matinée——"
"I mustn't forget I want to go to the Haymarket," said Carrissima.
"Do, for goodness' sake," he expostulated, "try to fix your mind on one thing at a time."
"It depends on its nature," said Carrissima.
"Whom should I see getting out of a taxi," cried Lawrence, "but the colonel and some woman."
"My dear Lawrence," was the answer, "knowing father as well as you pretend to know everybody, surely you cannot imagine there's anything very unusual about that."
"Carrissima," interposed Phoebe, "I really think from Lawrence's description that she must have been Bridget Rosser."
"Oh, but surely not!"
"I think it was," Phoebe insisted.
"He has only seen her once," said Carrissima. "That was on Saturday week. She would scarcely——"