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"Mother and I chaff one another terribly, but we're really very nicely-behaved persons for our station in life." "Lady Caroom has such a delightfully easy way of romancing," Brooks said. Sybil nodded. "It's quite true," she answered. "She ought to write the prospectuses for gold mines and things." Arranmore smiled across the table at Brooks.
"We should have liked it very mulch," Selina declared. "Do tell us when there is another one, will you?" "With pleasure," he answered. "I warn you, though, that you will be disappointed." "We will risk that," Selina declared, with a smile. "Have you been to Enton this week?" "I was there on Sunday," he answered. "And is that beautiful girl, Lady Sybil Caroom, still staying there?
"I do not think," Brooks found voice to say, "that she would ever have married Sydney Molyneux." "Perhaps not," Lady Caroom admitted, "but at any rate before our visit to Enton she was quite content to have him around she was by no means eager to make up her mind definitely. After we left she seemed to deliberately plan to dispose of him finally.
You are going to marry me, if you behave yourself." He sighed. "Three months is a beastly long time," he said. Lady Caroom drove back alone. The motor whizzed by her half-way down the hill Sybil holding her hat with both hands, her hair blowing about, and her cheeks pink with pleasure. She waved her hand gaily as she went by, and then clutched her hat again.
This was one of those rare occasions when he found his emotions very hard to subdue. And it had come so suddenly. "After we left Enton," Lady Caroom said, thoughtfully, "I noticed a distinct change in her. The first evidences of it were in her treatment of Sydney Molyneux. I am quite sure that she purposely precipitated matters, and when he proposed refused him definitely."
Endicott, if our young friend Brooks chose to move in the matter, I am afraid Mr. Lavilette might have to sign the largest cheque he has ever signed in his life for law costs." The bishop's wife rose with an icy smile. "I seem to have found my way into Mr. Brooks' headquarters," she remarked. "Lady Caroom, I shall hope to see you at the palace shortly."
"The news which I believe Lady Caroom is sending you to-day may perhaps convince you of the folly of this masquerading. I make you, therefore, the following offer. I will leave England for at least five years on condition that you henceforth take up your proper position in society, and consent to such arrangements as Mr. Ascough and I may make.
"Our young philanthropist will reassure you," Arranmore remarked, drily. Lady Caroom sighed. "I wonder how it is," she murmured, "that one's conscience and one's digestion both grow weaker as one grows old. You and I, Arranmore, are content to accept the good things of the earth as they come to us." "With me," he answered, "it is the philosophy of approaching old age, but you have no such excuse.
When you go I go." "I wish you could say whither instead of when," Lady Caroom answered. "How bored you would be at Redcliffe. It is really the most outlandish place we go to." "Why ever do we accept, mamma?" Sybil asked. "Last year I nearly cried my eyes out, I was so dull. Not a man fit to talk to, or a horse fit to ride. The girls bicycle, and Lord Redcliffe breeds cattle and talks turnips."
"I should like you to meet her very much. She will be coming to London soon, and I know that she will be interested in our new scheme if it comes to anything. We will take her down and give her a few practical lessons in philanthropy." "Will she be interested?" Mary asked. "Immensely," he answered, with confidence. "Lady Caroom is an awfully good sort, too."
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