"May I look?" he said, holding out his hand. After a momentary hesitation she let him take it, whereupon he had no scruple about opening the box. "Hullo! who is B. R.?" he demanded.
"Nobody you know, Jimmy!"
"Bridget Rosser!" he exclaimed. "You see what a memory I have. Is to-day any special occasion?"
"Her birthday," said Carrissima.
"How old is she?"
"Twenty-three!"
"What a delectable age! The same as your own. But if you're taking
Miss Rosser a present," he added, "how is it you are on the way home?"
"Jimmy, you make me tired," said Carrissima. "I wish you wouldn't ask so many questions."
"I can't help it," he replied. "An inquiring turn of mind, you know. I haven't forgotten that Sybil is to pay your friend a visit directly she gets back."
"Indeed, there is not the slightest necessity," said Carrissima.