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By the bye, where are you going when we leave Enton?" Lord Arranmore hesitated. "Well, I really am not sure," he said. "You have alarmed me. Don't go." Lady Caroom laughed. "My dear man," she said, "we must! I daren't offend the Redcliffes. He's my trustee, and he'll never let me overdraw a penny unless I'm civil to him. If I were you I should go to the Riviera.
"Well, I'm not sure that she'd care to risk that," Lady Caroom answered, thoughtfully. "She told him she'd think about it, and, meanwhile, he's just as devoted as ever." They crossed the great stone hall together the hall which, with its wonderful pillars and carved dome, made Enton the show-house of the county. Arranmore's study was a small octagonal room leading out from the library.
They were all fearfully anxious to get me married, because Dumesnil always used to say that my complexion would give out in a year or two, and I wasted no end of time upon you, who were perfectly hopeless as a husband. After all, though, I believe it paid. It used to annoy Caroom so much, and I believe he proposed to me long before he meant to so as to get rid of you."
He has been burned in the furnace of this last wonderful year. That is why I think I fear it is no use your looking for him and you would not wish to have a stranger to tea with you." "That," she said, "is ingenious, but not convincing. So you will please come to-morrow at four o'clock. I shall stay in for you. "At four o'clock," he repeated, helplessly. Lady Caroom waved to them from the path.
"You know all about him. I admit," she continued, "that it sounds like a page out of a novel. But it isn't. The only pity is from one point of view that it makes so little difference." "You think," Sybil asked, "that he will really keep his word that he will not be reconciled with Lord Arranmore?" "I am sure of it, my dear," Lady Caroom answered.
"Yes, Lady Caroom has been awfully good to me, and I seem to have got to know a lot of pleasant people in an incredulously short time." "You are a curious mixture," she said, looking at him thoughtfully. "Of what?" he asked, passing his cup for some more tea. "Of wonderful self-devotion," she answered, "and a genuine and natural love of enjoyment. After all, you are only a boy."
Forgive your father anything you've got against him, and start afresh." "Well, I'll think about it," Brooks promised. Brooks returned to London to find the annual exodus already commenced. Lady Caroom and Sybil had left for Homburg. Lord Arranmore was yachting in the Channel. Brooks settled down to work, and found it a little wearisome.
You could not ask a girl in Sybil's position to share a borrowed name, nor would the other conditions permit of your marrying her. That is why I want to talk to you." "Well?" "Is there any immediate chance of your reconciliation with the Marquis of Arranmore?" "None," Brooks answered. "Well, then," Lady Caroom said, "there is no immediate chance of your being in a position to marry Sybil.
But, you know, we should expect you to come sometimes, and how would Lady Caroom like that?" She laughed. "You know how much mother and I interfere with one another," she answered. "Besides, I have several friends who are on your list, and who are sent for now and then Edie Gresham and Mary Forbrooke."
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.
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