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Lord Arranmore, who had now joined the party, leaned forward with his arm resting lightly upon Lady Caroom's shoulder. An uneasy light flashed in his eyes. "There are men," he said, "whom you can never reach, genial men with a ready smile and a prompt cheque-book, whose selfishness is an armour more potent than the armour of my forefather there, Sir Ronald Kingston of Arranmore.
I am curious. I will admit that. No more." The colour faded from Lady Caroom's cheeks. She shivered a little and rose to her feet. Brooks' face had hardened. "We are very much obliged to you for the money," he said. "As for Lavilette, I had not thought it worth while to reply to him." Lord Arranmore shrugged his shoulders. "Nor should I in your place," he answered.
There was the sound of much rustling of silken skirts, and Lady Caroom's poodle, followed by herself, came round the angle of the drawing-room. "My dear Sybil," she exclaimed, "do come and tie Balfour's ribbon for me. Marie has no idea of making a bow spread itself out, and pink is so becoming to him. Thanks, dear. Where is our host? I thought that I was late."
They exchanged rapid glances: A spot of colour burned in Lady Caroom's cheeks. She felt her heart quicken, an unspoken prayer upon her lips. Brooks, too, was agitated. "Upon my word," Lord Arranmore remarked, coldly, "I really don't know why my whim should so much astound you.
Mary remembered the well-bred insolence of Lady Caroom's stare, the contemplative incredulity which found militant expression in her beautiful eyes and shapely curving lips, and for a moment half closed her eyes. "Ah, well," she said, "that afternoon was rather a terrible one to me. Let us talk of something else." He was profuse at once in apologies for his own thoughtlessness.
By the bye, you were going to tell me about that pretty girl I saw at Enton Lady Caroom's daughter, wasn't she?" His face lit up she saw his thoughts go flitting away, and the corner of his lips curl in a retrospective smile of pleasure. "Sybil Caroom," he said, softly. "She is a very charming girl. You would like her, I am sure.
Why don't you go away altogether for a time? You have such splendid helpers now. "Oh, I'm enjoying myself," he answered, lightly, "and I don't care to be out of touch with it all." "You enjoy contrasts," she remarked. "I saw your name in the paper this morning as one of Lady Caroom's guests last night." He nodded.
Since then I am talking in confidence, Kingston-she has refused t e Duke of Atherstone." Brooks was silent. His self-control was being severely tested. His heart was beating like a sledgehammer he was very anxious to avoid Lady Caroom's eyes. "Atherstone," she said, slowly, "is quite the most eligible bachelor in England, and he is, as you know, a very nice, unaffected boy.
He knew that a very short time ago he might have considered himself brokenhearted, and he knew that as a matter of fact he was nothing of the sort. He answered Lady Caroom's letter first. "It was very kind of you to write to me, and to send me the news of Sybil's engagement so promptly. I wish her most heartily every happiness. After all, it is the most suitable thing which could have happened.
Mr. Bullsom wrote begging him to spend a week-end at least at Woton Hall. He refused this and all other invitations. One day he took up a newspaper which was chiefly concerned with the doings of fashionable people, and Lady Caroom's name at once caught his eye.
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