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"And they all drink port after dinner," Lady Caroom moaned; "but we have to go, dear. We must live rent free somewhere during these months to get through the season." Sybil looked at Brooks with laughter in her eyes. "Aren't we terrible people?" she whispered. "You are by way of being literary, aren't you? You should write an article on the shifts of the aristocracy.
"They are so absurdly literal," Lady Caroom sighed, helping herself to an infinitesimal portion of a wonderful savoury. "Don't talk about the place. I know I shall have an attack of nerves there." "Mother always gets nerves if she mayn't talk," Sybil murmured. "You're an undutiful daughter," Lady Caroom declared. "If I do talk I never say anything, so nobody need listen unless they like.
With you it must be sheer callousness. You are in an evil way, Lady Caroom. Do have another of these quails." "You are very rude," she answered, "and extremely unsympathetic. But I will have another quail." "I do not Want to destroy your appetite, Mr. Brooks," Lady Sybil said, "but this is if not a farewell feast, something like it." He looked at her with sudden interest.
"I have noticed," Lord Arranmore continued in measured tones, "an intimacy between you and Lady Sybil Caroom, which suggested the idea to me. I look upon Lady Sybil as one of the most charming young gentlewomen of our time, and admirably suited in all respects to the position of the future Marchioness of Arranmore.
"This company," Lord Arranmore remarked lightly, "is hostile to me. Let us go and play pool." Lady Caroom rose up promptly. Molyneux groaned audibly. "You shall play me at billiards instead," she declared. "I used to give you a good game once, and I have played a great deal lately. Ring for Annette, will you, Sybil? She has my cue." Sybil Caroom made room for Brooks by her side.
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.
Further, from the dead silence which followed their entrance, it seemed more than probable that he himself had formed the subject of conversation. Lady Caroom greeted him as kindly as ever, and found a place for him by her side.
Just then he heard himself called by name, and, looking up, found himself face to face with Sybil Caroom. "Mr. Brooks! Is it really you, then, at last?" He set his teeth hard, but he could not keep the unusual colour from his cheeks. "It is really I, Lady Sybil. How do you do?" Sybil was charming in a lilac-coloured dress and hat as fresh and dainty as her own complexion.
Don't go in specially for politics, or society, or sport. Mix them all up. Be cosmopolitan and commonplace." "Upon my word, Hennibul, you are a genius," Arranmore declared, "and yonder goes my good fairy." He sprang up and disappeared into the further room. "Lady Caroom," he exclaimed, bending over her shoulder. "I never suspected it of you."
"And when I tell you that I had lost all my stores, and that his was the only dwelling-place for fifty miles around, you can imagine that his hospitality was more welcome to me then even than to-day." Brooks, who was standing near, could not repress a start. He fancied that Lord Arranmore glanced in his direction. Lady Caroom shuddered. "The only dwelling-house for fifty miles," she repeated.
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