"A liberal education," said Jimmy, "and I hope you will soon improve it. Quite infuriating," he added.
"What is?" asked Bridget.
"The cussedness of destiny! Weeks have passed since Carrissima came to ask Sybil to look you up. If she had been in London she would have flown to your house; you might graciously have returned her visit; I should have seen you, and precious time would have been saved."
"It's never too late to mend," said Bridget. "I mean, of course, for your sister."
"You regard me as hopeless?"
"You appear to be full of confidence," she answered.
"I am," he said, "but naturally Sybil can't go to see you until she knows your address."
Hearing her tell him that she was lodging at Number 5, Golfney Place,
Colonel Faversham could endure it no longer. Interrupting Mrs.
Reynolds' discourse quite rudely, he limped across the room, whereupon
Jimmy at once rose to his feet.
"Sit down, colonel," he urged. "You will have to give old Mark a turn before you've done."
"I have not troubled a doctor for the last ten years," said Colonel
Faversham.