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Updated: May 3, 2025
"Quite true, I assure you." "Is she alive?" "No but her son is. "Great Heavens. Why, he's Lord Kingston?" "Of course he is." "How old is he?" "Twenty-eight or somewhere thereabouts." "What is he doing? Where is he? Why don't we know him?" "He doesn't approve of me," Lord Arranmore said. "Fact, really! We are scarcely on speaking terms." "Why not?" "Says I deserted his mother. So I did!
They had lunched with him twice in Medchester, and more often still the Enton barouche had been kept waiting at his office whilst Lady Caroom and Sybil descended upon him with invitations from Lord Arranmore. After his talk with Mr. Ascough he put the matter behind him, but it remained at times an inexplicable puzzle.
"Yes, I am very much interested," Lord Arranmore repeated. "I should like you to understand that my views as to charity and charitable matters remain absolutely unaltered. But at the same time I am anxious that you should test your schemes properly and unhampered by any pressure from outside. You are all the sooner likely to grow out of conceit with them.
"Lord Arranmore came to me when I was staying at the Metropole with your uncle and cousin. He wished me to use my influence with you to induce you to accept a certain sum of money which it seemed that you had already declined." "Well?" "Of course I refused. In the first place, as I told him, I was not aware that I possessed any influence over you.
Lady Caroom was white to the lips, and in her eyes the horror of that story so pitilessly told seemed still to linger. Lord Arranmore spoke again. Still he sat back in his high-backed chair, and still he spoke in measured, monotonous tones.
He is a source of evil to the community. You have relieved a physical want, and you have destroyed a moral quality. I do not need to point out to you that the balance is on the wrong side." Sybil glanced across at Brooks, and he smiled back at her. "Lord Arranmore has not finished yet," he said. "Let us hear the worst." Their host smiled. "After all," he said, "why do I waste my breath?
"He is exactly like a man who was once a friend of my father's, and who did him a great deal of harm. My father was much to blame, I know, but this man had a great influence over him, and a most unfortunate one. Now don't you think I'm absurd?" "I think it is a little rough on Lord Arranmore," he answered, "don't you?"
"I am afraid," she said, "that it would be hopeless. Mother is an absolute wreck, and I saw Lord Arranmore go into the library just now with that terrible white look under his eyes. I saw it once before. Ugh!" "After all," he said, "it only means that we shall be honest. Cheerfulness to-night could only be forced." She laughed softly into his eyes. "How correct!" she murmured.
When he replaced the receiver Lord Arranmore had resumed his seat, but was drawing on his gloves. "Come," he said, "let us resume our business talk. I have made you an offer. What have you to say?" Brooks pointed to the waste-paper basket. "I did a mean action," he said. "I am ashamed of it. Do you mean that your offer remains open?" "Certainly," Lord Arranmore answered.
The united efforts of myself and your worthy relatives appear to be powerless to unearth a single grain of common-sense in your er pardon me singularly obstinate disposition." A subdued smile played at the corners of her mouth. "I am delighted that you are convinced, Lord Arranmore," she said. "It will save us both a good deal of time and breath."
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