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"The world seems to have grown more quixotic since I knew it better. I am almost afraid to ask you whether my last letter has yet received the favour of your consideration." Brooks flushed a little at the biting sarcasm in Arranmore's tone, but he restrained himself. "I have considered the matter fully," he said; "and I have talked it over with Mr. Ascough.
"By the bye, Brooks," he said, "do you remember my meeting you in a little tea-shop almost the day after I first called upon you?" "Quite well," Brooks answered. "You had a young lady with you." "Yes. I was with Miss Scott." Lord Arranmore's hand fell from the handle. His eyes seemed suddenly full of fierce questioning. He moved a step forward into the room. "Miss Scott? Who is she?"
"As you wish, of course," he said. "But my it don't seem possible! Lord Arranmore's son the Marquis of Arranmore! Gee whiz!" "Some day, of course," Brooks said, "it must come out. But I don't want it to be yet awhile. If that clock is right hadn't I better be going up-stairs?" Mr. Bullsom nodded. "If you'll come with me," he said, "I'll show you your room."
Brooks hesitated. "My question," he said, "will have given you some idea of the uncertainty I have felt once or twice lately, owing to the report of the traveller Lacroix, and Lord Arranmore's unaccountable kindness to me. You see, he isn't an ordinary man. He is not a philanthropist by any means, nor in any way a person likely to do kindly actions from the love of them.
I came over alone." "Certainly." They were interrupted a few minutes later by Sybil and Atherstone, and a small host of their friends. But in consequence of Lord Arranmore's visit to Homburg, Brooks a few days later received two letters. The first was from Lord Arranmore. "RITTER's HOTEL.
Brooks had ridden a bicycle from Medchester, and his trousers and boots were splashed with mud. His presence at Enton was due to an impulse, the inspiration of which he had already begun seriously to doubt. Arranmore's kindly reception of him was more than ordinarily welcome. "I am very glad to see you, Mr. Brooks," he said, holding out his hand.
In the hall a housemaid was speaking at the telephone, and a moment afterwards she laid the receiver down and came towards them. "It is a message for Mr. Brooks, sir, from the Queen's Hotel. Lord Arranmore's compliments, and the ladies from Enton are at the theatre this evening, and would be glad if Mr. Brooks would join them at the Queen's Hotel for supper at eleven o'clock."
"I can assure you that the money will be most carefully used, and amongst my party, at any rate, we do really appreciate the necessity for going to the root of the matter." Arranmore's pen went scratching across the paper. He tore out a cheque, and placing it in an envelope, handed it to Brooks.
You see I am Lord Arranmore's man of affairs now, and he keeps me pretty hard at work. He seems to have a constitutional objection to doing anything for himself. He has even sent me to to " "I understand," she interrupted. "To ascertain my business. Well, I can't tell it even to you. It is Lord Arranmore whom I want to see. No one else will do."
The intervention of Lord Arranmore so early in the debate was wholly unexpected. Every one was interested, and those who knew him best prepared themselves for a little mild sensation. The bishop smiled to himself with the satisfaction of a man who has secured a welcome but unexpected ally. Lord Arranmore's views as to charity and its dispensation were fairly well known.
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