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"Your card plate is chock-full," he said, "and there are a dozen women in town at least of your connections who'd do the polite things by you. As to inclination well, one must do something." "That's about the most sensible thing you have said, Hennibul," Arranmore remarked. "I've just evoked the same fact out of my own consciousness. One must do something. It's tiresome, but it's quite true."
She set her teeth as she rose from her seat, and gathered her skirts in her hand. "You, too, a pilgrim?" she exclaimed. "I thought you preferred salt water." "We had a pleasant fortnight's yachting," he answered. "Then I went with Hennibul to Wiesbaden, and I came on here to see you. "Have you met Sybil and Atherstone?" she asked him. "Yes," he answered, gravely.
Brooks, whose self-possession seldom failed him, smiled to himself as he recognized the bishop, who was his /vis-a-vis/. Hennibul, however, from a little lower down nodded to him pleasantly, and Lord Arranmore spoke a few words of dry greeting. "Your friend Bullsom," he remarked, "has soon distinguished himself. He made quite a decent speech the other night on the Tariff Bill."
"Twenty years too late," he declared. "Even the suburbs turn up their noses at a lord now." "I must do something," Arranmore declared, meditatively. "Don't see the necessity," Hennibul remarked. Lord Arranmore lifted his glass and looked thoughtfully at the wine for a moment. "Ah, well," he said, "you were born lazy, and I was born restless.
Don't go in specially for politics, or society, or sport. Mix them all up. Be cosmopolitan and commonplace." "Upon my word, Hennibul, you are a genius," Arranmore declared, "and yonder goes my good fairy." He sprang up and disappeared into the further room. "Lady Caroom," he exclaimed, bending over her shoulder. "I never suspected it of you."
"You must read Henslow's speech at the mass meeting to-morrow night," Brooks said. "At present I mustn't discuss these matters too much, especially before a political opponent," he remarked, smiling at Mr. Molyneux. "You might induce Mr. Rochester to play our trump card." "If your trump card is what I suspect it to be," Mr. Hennibul said, "I don't think you need fear that.
I've thought of it more than once lately." "Perhaps by that time," Lord Arranmore said, "the woman whom you wanted to marry wouldn't have you." Hennibul looked serious for a moment. A new idea had occurred to him. "One must take one's chances!" he said. "You are a philosopher," Arranmore declared. "Will you have some tea or a whisky-and-soda?" "Neither, thanks.
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