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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.
"And there is still another point of view from which I might urge it." "It is wasted time," she declared, firmly. Selina detached herself from her father, and stood by Lord Arranmore's side. "I suppose you are often in London, Lord Arranmore?" she asked shyly. "A great deal too often," he answered. "We read about your beautiful parties at Enton," she said, with a sigh. "It is such a lovely place."
"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 spent last Sunday with them at Chelsom Castle. Awful long way to go, but I'm fond of Sybil. I thought she was a bit cool to me, but, like a fool, I blundered on, and in the end I got a facer." "Very sorry for you," Arranmore yawned. "What made me think about Brooks was that she was awfully decent to me before Enton," Molyneux continued. "I don't mind telling you that I'm hard hit.
"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 so much changed," she murmured, "since those days at Enton. You were a boy then, although you were a thoughtful one now you are a man, and when you speak like that, an old man. Come, I want the other Mr. Brooks." He sat quite still. Perhaps at that moment of detachment he realized more keenly than ever the withering nature of this battle through which he had passed. Indeed, he felt older.
Arranmore came in, and nodded a little wearily to Brooks, whom he had not seen since the latter had left Enton. "I won't keep you," he remarked. "I just wanted a word with you about that obstinate young person Miss er Scott." Brooks wheeled an easy-chair towards him. "I am in no great hurry," he remarked. Arranmore glanced at the clock.
"His headquarters are at the Bell Hotel," Brooks replied. "You will easily be able to come across him, for he has a series of ward meetings to-night. I am sorry that we are to be opponents." "We shan't quarrel about that," Molyneux answered. "Here we are, at Medchester, then. Better let him put you down, and then he can go on with me. You're coming out to shoot at Enton, aren't you?"
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.
In an abortive attempt to preserve my youth I neither take tea nor drinks between meals. I will have one of your excellent cigarettes and get round to the club. Why, this is Enton over again, for here comes Molyneux." The Hon. Sydney Molyneux shook hands with both of them in somewhat dreary fashion, and embarked upon a few disjointed remarks. Hennibul took his leave, and Arranmore yawned openly.
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