"When shall we go," asked Mark, "since I mustn't ask where?"
"Any afternoon you like to name next week!"
"It is evidently going to be a long job," said Mark. "Suppose we say Monday afternoon. I will call for Phoebe at three in a taxi, then we will make for Grandison Square."
Carrissima left Weymouth Street in the highest spirits, and at last began to wonder whether her long patience was by way of being rewarded. When Monday arrived she actually put on her hat—her most becoming hat—before the appointed time, and as she sat waiting for Mark and Phoebe Colonel Faversham looked into the dining-room.
"Oh, ah, Carrissima!" he said; "it occurs to me that you haven't seen
much of Bridget lately. I should like you to go to Golfney Place.
You've nothing in the world to do. You look idle enough sitting there!
Suppose you go this afternoon!"
"I am expecting Mark," answered Carrissima.
"Mark again!"
"And Phoebe," said Carrissima.
"Off on the spree—the three of you?"
"Mark," Carrissima explained, "asked us to help him choose a—a carpet——"