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Brooks sat as one stupefied, and then a sudden warm touch upon his hand sent the blood coursing once more through his veins. Sybil's fingers lay for a moment upon his. She smiled kindly at him. Lord Arranmore's voice once more broke the short silence. "The individual was my greatest disappointment," he continued. "Young and old, all were the same.
Ascough, who was Lord Arranmore's London solicitor, and had been Brooks' guardian, after careful consideration advised his acceptance, and there being nothing in the way, the arrangements were pushed through almost at once. Mr. Ascough, on the morning of his return to London, took the opportunity warmly to congratulate Brooks. "Lord Arranmore has been marvellously kind to me," Brooks agreed.
Ascough and told him about your offer, and he, of course, explained the position to me." "But," Mr. Bullsom paused as though striving to straighten out the matter in his own mind, "but if you are Lord Arranmore's son there is no secret about it, is there? Why do you still call yourself Mr. Brooks?" Mr.
Accept Lord Arranmore's kindness as the offshoot of some sentimental feeling which he might well have entertained towards a fellow-countryman by whose death-bed he had stood in that far-away, lonely country. You may even yourself be mistaken in Lord Arranmore's character, and you can remember, too, that after all what means so much to you costs him nothing is probably for his own advantage."
For the Marquis of Arranmore's forefinger was stretched out towards him a gesture at once relentless and scornful, and the words to which he was forced to listen were not pleasant ones to hear.
That my father then disclosed his name, gave him his papers and your address. There was merely the casual intercourse between two Englishmen coming together in a strange country." "That is what I have always understood," Mr. Ascough agreed. "Have you any reason to think otherwise? "No definite reason except Lord Arranmore's unusual kindness to me," Brooks remarked.
His face was a picture of blank and hopeless astonishment. "God bless my soul!" he exclaimed, faintly. "You mean that you you, Kingston Brooks, the lawyer, are Lord Arranmore's son?" Brooks nodded. "Yes! It's not a pleasant story. My father deserted my mother when I was a child, and she died in his absence.
Brooks glanced across the table, brilliant with its burden of old silver, of cut-glass and hothouse flowers. Lord Arranmore's face, notwithstanding his ready flow of conversation, seemed unusually still and white the skin drawn across the bones, even the lips pallid.
"And there is still another point of view from which I might urge it." "It is wasted time," she declared, firmly. Selina detached herself from her father, and stood by Lord Arranmore's side. "I suppose you are often in London, Lord Arranmore?" she asked shyly. "A great deal too often," he answered. "We read about your beautiful parties at Enton," she said, with a sigh. "It is such a lovely place."
I am going to ask him to shoot one day." "I am delighted to hear it," the girl answered. "I think he would be a wholesome change. You are all too flippant here." The door opened. Mr. Hennibul, K.C., inserted his head and shoulders. "I have been to look at Arranmore's golf-links," he remarked. "They are quite decent. Will some one come and play a round?"
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