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Played the blackguard altogether. Left 'em both to starve, or next door to it!" Mr. Hennibul fetched out his handkerchief and dabbed his forehead. "You are serious, Arranmore?" "Rather! You wouldn't expect me to be frivolous on this hock." "That young man must be talked to," Mr. Hennibul declared. "He ought to be filling his proper place in the world.
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.
Hennibul, duly ushered in by a sedate butler, pronounced himself both in words and appearance fit and well. He took a chair and a cigarette, and looked about him approvingly. "Nice house, yours, Arranmore. Nice old-fashioned situation, too. Why don't you entertain?" "No friends, no inclination, no womankind!" Mr. Hennibul smiled incredulously.
"The pate here is delicious," Mr. Hennibul said; "but for Heaven's sake leave the champagne alone." "There's some decent hock. You'll excuse my pointing out these little things to you, but, of course, you don't know the runs yet. I'll give you a safe tip while I'm about it. The Opposition food is beastly, but the wine is all right Pommery and Heidsieck, most of it, and the right years.
"I don't believe," he said, "that you realize in the least what is going to happen." "I do!" she answered. "I am going to make you relieve Lord Hennibul, and take me to have an ice." They moved off together. Hennibul stood looking after them for a moment. Then he sighed and turned slowly away. "If it's Arranmore," he said to himself, "why on earth doesn't he marry her?"
They were in Scotland last time I heard of them." Mr. Hennibul found conversation difficult. "I saw that you were in Paris the other week," he remarked. "I went over to see Bernhardt's new play," Arranmore continued. "Good?" "It disappointed me. Very likely though the fault was with myself." Mr. Hennibul looked across at his host shrewdly. "What did you see me for?" he asked, suddenly.
I am going to ask him to shoot one day." "I am delighted to hear it," the girl answered. "I think he would be a wholesome change. You are all too flippant here." The door opened. Mr. Hennibul, K.C., inserted his head and shoulders. "I have been to look at Arranmore's golf-links," he remarked. "They are quite decent. Will some one come and play a round?"
That is the reason you have done something, and I haven't." "If you want my advice my serious advice," the K. C. said, quietly, "you will make yourself a nuisance to that right woman, whoever she is, until she marries you if only to get rid of you." "All sorts of things in the way," Lord Arranmore declared. "You see, I was married abroad." Mr. Hennibul looked up quickly. "Nonsense!"
My life, whilst away from them, was the sort one forgets or tries to and he knows about it. Further, when I returned to England I was two years before I took the trouble to go and see him. I merely alluded to these domestic matters that you might not wholly misjudge the situation." Mr. Hennibul went on with his supper in silence.
"The epoch-making nights of one's life," Mr. Hennibul remarked, "are few. Let us sit down and consider what has happened." "A seat," Lady Caroom sighed. "What luxury! But where?" "My knowledge of the geography of this house," Mr. Hennibul answered, "has more than once been of the utmost service to me, but I have never appreciated it more than at this moment. Accept my arm, Lady Caroom."
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