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Sybil leaned forward from her chair, and Lady Caroom watched her approach with lifted eyebrows and a stare of well-bred and languid insolence. Lord Arranmore laid down his cue and rose at once to meet her. "You are Lord Arranmore," she said, looking at him fixedly. "Will you please answer the question in my note?" He bowed a little coldly, but he made no remark as to her intrusion.
I have no friends much, and those whom I have are Medchester people. You see I am scarcely in a position to offer him my society. But all the same, I will take every opportunity I can of going to Enton if he remains there." She thanked him silently. Lady Caroom was on her feet, and Sybil and she went out for their wraps. Lord Arranmore lit a fresh cigarette and sent for his bill.
"The girl-was terribly in earnest," Lady Caroom said, with averted eyes. "Were you not a little cruel to her, Arranmore? Not that I believe these horrid things, of course. But she did. She was honest." Lord Arranmore shrugged his shoulders.
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.
I went to Montreal in Canada, and I deliberately entered upon a life of low pleasures. Pardon me!" He bent forward and with a steady hand readjusted the shade of a lamp which was in danger of burning. Lady Caroom leaned back in her chair with an indrawn sobbing breath. The action at such a moment seemed grotesque.
I want to know who Brooks is. If he's only a country lawyer, he's got no earthly chance with Lady Caroom, and Sybil'd never go against her mother. They're too great pals for that. Never saw them so thick." "Was Lady Caroom quite well?" Arranmore asked, irrelevantly. "Well, now you mention it," Molyneux said, "I don't think she was quite in her usual form.
Brooks glanced at the card which was brought in to him, at first carelessly enough, afterwards with mingled surprise and pleasure. "Here is some one," he said to Mary Scott, "whom I should like you to meet. Show the young lady in," he directed. Some instinct seemed to tell her the truth. "Who is it?" she asked quickly. "I am very busy this morning." "It is Lady Sybil Caroom," he answered.
In electioneering one can use one's brain, and my brain is never weary. It is capable of the most stupendous exertions. It is my legs that fail me sometimes. Here comes Lady Caroom at last. Why does she look as though she had seen a ghost?" That great staircase at Enton came right into the hall. A few steps from the bottom Lady Caroom had halted, and her appearance was certainly a little unusual.
Awfully sorry to take you by storm like this, but we're twelve miles from home, and it's a God-forsaken country for inns." "Luncheon for two at once, Groves," Lord Arranmore answered. "Delighted to meet you again, Mr. Lacroix. Last time we were both of us in very different trim." Lady Caroom came gliding up to them, and shook hands with Sir George. "This sounds so interesting," she murmured.
Why do these mundane things always break in upon the most sacred moments?" "Life," Lady Caroom said, helping herself recklessly to muffin, "is such a wonderful mixture of the real and the fanciful, the actual and the sentimental, one is always treading on the heels of the other. The little man who turns the handle must have lots of fun." "If only he has a sense of humour," Brooks interposed.
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