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"Exactly," Lady Caroom assented. "And though I think you will admit that I am one of the least conventional of mothers, I must really say I don't think that it is exactly a comfortable thing to do to marry a man who is altogether outside one's own circle." "Mr. Brooks," Sybil said, "is quite as well bred as Atherstone." "He is his equal in breeding and in birth," Lady Caroom declared.
But he has never talked to me as though he cared particularly though I think that he does a little." "It is easy to see," Lady Caroom remarked, "that you are not head over ears in love." "Mother," Sybil answered, "do you believe that girls often do fall head over ears in love? If Mr.
He had quite forgotten his letters. Lady Caroom always amused him so well. "She is very like what you were at her age," he remarked. "What a pity it was that I was such a poverty-stricken beggar in those days. I am sure that I should have married you." "Now I am beginning to like you," she declared, settling down more comfortably in her chair.
"It is my deliberate intention," Lord Arranmore said, leaning over towards her from his low chair, "to make myself a nuisance to you." Lady Caroom smiled at him thoughtfully. "Thank you for the warning," she said, "but I can take care of myself. I do not feel even obliged to deny myself the pleasure of your society." "No, you won't do that," he remarked.
The Marquis laughed softly. "She has a nice face," he remarked, "and I should imagine excellent perceptions. Curiously enough, too, she reminded me of some one who has every reason to hate me. But to the best of my belief I never saw her before in my life. Lady Caroom, that weird-looking object in front of you is a teapot and those are teacups. May I suggest a use for them?" The Hon.
Lord Arranmore lifted a glass of champagne to the level of his head and looked thoughtfully around the table. "Come," he said, "a toast-to ourselves. Singly? Collectively. Lady Caroom, I drink to the delightful memories with which you have peopled Enton. Sybil, may you charm society as your mother has done. Brooks, your very good health. May your entertainment this evening be a welcome one.
Lady Caroom sighed for a moment as she read the letter, but immediately afterwards her face cleared. "After all, I think it is best," she murmured, "and Atherstone is such a dear." The bishop sat down amidst a little murmur of applause.
"Sybil has nine hundred a year," Lady Caroom said, "but it would not be a matter of money at all. I should not allow Sybil to marry any one concerning whose position in the world there was the least mystery. She might marry Lord Kingston of Ross, but never Mr. Kingston Brooks." "Has Mr. Brooks given any special signs of devotion?" Lord Arranmore asked. "Not since they were at Enton.
"This," he said, "is what I have had to endure for the last six weeks. Do you wonder that I am getting balder, or that I set all my people to work tonight to try and find some one to suffer with me?" "He'll be so dull when we've gone," Lady Caroom sighed. "You've no idea how we've improved him," Sybil murmured. "He used to read Owen Meredith after dinner, and go to sleep.
Almost at the same moment a footman brought lamps, and the tea was served. Lady Caroom glanced again with a sort of curious nervousness at the young man who stood by her side. "You are a little earlier than we expected," she remarked, seating herself before the tea-tray. "Here comes Sybil. She is dying to congratulate you, Mr. Brooks. Is Arranmore here?"
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