"As if you could live anywhere else. Where could you go?"
"I shouldn't stay there!" said Carrissima.
"The idea of a girl of your age setting up on her own is ridiculous," was the reply. "As bad as the other woman! You have made your bed and you will have to lie on it."
"Ah, well!" said Carrissima, "it won't be at Number 13, Grandison
Square."
CHAPTER VIII
A PROPOSAL
"Has Colonel Faversham returned?" asked Carrissima when Knight opened the door.
"The colonel is in the smoking-room," was the answer, and she went there at once. He was leaning back in an easy-chair, with his feet on the fender, a cigar between his lips, and an unusually benignant expression on his face.
"Well, Carrissima," he inquired amicably, "where have you sprung from?"
"I went to Charteris Street," she returned. "What have you been doing since eleven?"