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Sydney Molyneux, Mr. Hennibul, K.C., and Mr. Kingston Brooks. Notwithstanding the high wind an excellent bag was obtained." "What! Our Mr. Kingston Brooks?" Selina exclaimed. "It's Brooks, right enough," Mr. Bullsom exclaimed. "I called at his office yesterday, and they told me that he was out for the day. Well, that licks me." Mary, who was reading a magazine in a secluded corner, looked up.
"He has common-sense and assurance," Brooks answered. "He ought to be a very useful man." Lord Hennibul leaned forward and addressed Arranmore with blank surprise on his face. "You don't mean to say that you read the debates in the House of Commons, Arranmore?" he exclaimed. Lord Arranmore shrugged his shoulders.
"You are a bachelor!" he remarked. "I am a man of a different disposition," Hennibul answered. "I find pleasure in everything everything amuses me. My work is fascinating, my playtime is never big enough. I really don't know where a wife would come in. However, if ever I did get a bit hipped, find myself in your position, for instance, I can promise you that I'd take my own medicine.
"To make yourself obnoxious thoroughly obnoxious," Mr. Hennibul murmured, "is the sure road to advancement." "That's right, give me a few tips," Lord Arranmore begged, sipping his wine. "My dear fellow, I don't know what you're going in for yet." "Neither do I. What about the stage? I used to be rather good at private theatricals. Elderly Wyndhamy parts, you know." Mr. Hennibul shook his head.
My head keeper is coming up this afternoon, and I will try and arrange something. The election is next week, of course. We must plan a day after then." "I am afraid that my performance would scarcely be up to your standard," Brooks said, "although it is very kind of you to ask me. I might come and look on." Arranmore laughed. "Hennibul is all right," he said, "but Molyneux is a shocking duffer.
"You were rather fond of being on your feet!" he admitted. Lord Arranmore sighed regretfully. "And to think that I might have been Lord High Chancellor by now," he remarked. "Good-bye, Ascough." Later, at the reception of a Cabinet Minister, Lord Arranmore came across Hennibul talking with half-a-dozen other men. He detached himself at once. "This is odd," he remarked, with a whimsical smile.
"What the dickens are you doing in this respectable household, Arranmore? You look like a lost sheep." Lord Arranmore shrugged his shoulders. "I've decided to go in for something," he said; "politics or society or something of that sort. What do you recommend?" "Supper!" Mr. Hennibul answered, promptly. "Come on then," Lord Arranmore assented. "One of those little tables in the far room, eh?"
John Lyttleton are to be there. Moderately respectable, I believe, but a bit noisy perhaps." Arranmore shook his head. "You're a good fellow, Hennibul," he said, "but I'm too old for that sort of thing." Hennibul rose to his feet. "Well," he said, "I've kept the best piece of advice till last because I want you to think of it. Marry!" Lord Arranmore did not smile. He did not immediately reply.
Ascough of your more reasonable frame of mind, and while personally I agree with you that we are better apart, you can always rely upon me if I can be of any service to you. "Yours sincerely, He read the letter through thoughtfully and folded it up. "I really don't see what the young fool can kick about in that," he said, throwing it into the basket. "Well, Hennibul, how are you?" Mr.
I have a friend who has corrected the proofs of his already." Hennibul smiled. "My cousin Avenal, the police magistrate," he said, "actually read his in the Times. He was bathing at Jersey and was carried away by currents, and picked up by a Sark fishing-smack.
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