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The Government food now is good, but the wine, especially the champagne, is positively unholy." "One should eat then with the Government, and drink with the Opposition," Lord Arranmore remarked. "Or, better still," Mr. Hennibul said, "do both with the Speaker. By the bye, did you know that they are going to make me a judge?" "I heard that your friends wanted to get rid of you!" Arranmore answered.
The Jingo element are our greatest trouble. They are all the time trying to make people believe that Conservatives have the monopoly of the Imperial sentiment. As a matter of fact, I think that Henslow is almost rabid on the war question." "Still, your platform to use an Americanism," Mr. Hennibul interposed, "must be founded upon domestic questions.
Politics? "Hate 'em! Not worth while anyway." "Travel." "Done all I want for a bit, but I keep that in reserve. "Hunt." "Bad leg, but I do a bit at it." "Society." "Sooner go on the County Council." "City." "Too much money already." "Write a book." "No one would read it." "Start a magazine." "Too hard work." Mr. Hennibul sighed. "You're rather a difficult case," he admitted.
"You'd better come round to the club and play bridge." "I never played whist and I'm bad-tempered." "Bit of everything then." Lord Arranmore smiled. "That's what it'll end in, I suppose." "Pleasant times we had down at Enton," Mr. Hennibul remarked. "How's the nice young lawyer Brooks his name was, I think?" "All right, I believe." "And the ladies? "I believe that they are quite well.
Hennibul, who was one of the men sitting round, doubled his copy of Verity up and beat the air with it. "I knew I'd heard the name," he exclaimed. "Why, I've met him down at Enton. Nice-looking young fellow." Arranmore nodded. "Yes. That was Brooks." Mr. Hennibul's face beamed. "Great Scott, what a haul!" he exclaimed. "Why, you've got old Lavilette on toast you've got him for suing damages too.
"I will come," Sybil declared, putting down her book. "And I," Molyneux joined in. "Hennibul can play our best ball." Lady Caroom and her host were left alone. He came over to her side. "What can I do to entertain your ladyship?" he asked, lightly. "Will you play billiards, walk or drive? There is an hour before lunch which must be charmed away." "I am not energetic," she declared.
"You're bored to death trying to keep up a conversation." Lord Arranmore laughed. "Upon my word, I don't know, Hennibul," he answered. "For the same old reason, I suppose. One must see some one, do something. I thought that you might amuse me." "And I've failed," Hennibul declared, smiling. "Come to supper at the Savoy to-night. The two new American girls from the Lyric and St.
It's no use carrying on a grudge against his own father. Let me have a try at him." "No!" Lord Arranmore said, quietly. "I am obliged to you, Hennibul, but the matter is one which does not admit of outside interference, however kindly. Besides, the boy is right. I wilfully deserted both him and his mother, and she died during my absence.
Below, Lord Arranmore was idly knocking about the billiard balls, and all around him was the murmur of pleasant conversation. Brooks drew the envelope from his pocket and glanced at the cheque. He gave a little gasp of astonishment. It was for a thousand pounds. At luncheon Brooks found himself between Sybil Caroom and Mr. Hennibul. She began to talk to him at once.
Lord Arranmore. whose appetite had soon failed him, leaned back in his chair and watched the people in the further room. "This rather puts me off politics," he remarked, after a while. "I don't like the look of the people." "Oh, you'll get in for the select crushers," Mr. Hennibul said. "This is a rank and file affair. You mustn't judge by appearances. But why must you specialize? Take my advice.
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