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Lord Arranmore admitted, coolly. "You scarcely see how it concerns me, of course, but in a remote sense it does." "I am afraid that I am a little dense," Brooks remarked. "I will not embarrass you with any explanation," Lord Arranmore remarked. "But all the same I am going to surprise you. Do you know that I am very much interested in your experiment?" Brooks raised his eyebrows. "Indeed!"
"He disappeared from London when he was an impecunious young barrister with apparently no earthly chance of succeeding to the Arranmore estates, and from that time till a few years ago, when he was advertised for, not a soul knew his whereabouts. Even now I am told that he keeps the story of all these years absolutely to himself. No one knew where he was, or how he supported himself."
There seems to be no reason why I should refuse the income to which I seem to be entitled." Lord Arranmore nodded and lit a cigarette. "I am thankful," he said, dryly, "for so much common-sense. Mr. Ascough will put you in possession of a banking account at any moment. Should you consider it well intrusive on my part if I were to inquire as to your plans?" Brooks hesitated.
He rose and watched her until she had settled down in her low chair. "So Sybil is going to marry Atherstone!" "Yes. He really deserves it, doesn't he? He is a very nice boy." Arranmore shrugged his shoulders. "What an everlasting fool Brooks is," he said, in a low tone. "He keeps his word," she answered. "It is a family trait with you, Arranmore.
You see I am Lord Arranmore's man of affairs now, and he keeps me pretty hard at work. He seems to have a constitutional objection to doing anything for himself. He has even sent me to to " "I understand," she interrupted. "To ascertain my business. Well, I can't tell it even to you. It is Lord Arranmore whom I want to see. No one else will do."
And, after all, why not? The thoroughly selfish man is the only person logically who has the slightest chance of happiness." "It is true," Molyneux murmured. "Delightfully true." "Lord Arranmore is always either cynical or paradoxical," Sybil Caroom declared. "He really says the most unpleasant things with the greatest appearance of truth of any man I know."
Besides," he added, with a smile, "I am afraid when I have spoken of the object of my visit you may feel inclined to kick me out." "I hope not," Arranmore replied, lightly. "I was hoping that your visit had no object at all, and that you had been good enough just to look me up.
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."
There was a slight frown upon his forehead, a look of trouble in his grey eyes. "You could not have asked me a more difficult question," he admitted. "Lord Arranmore has been very kind to me, although my claim upon him has been of the slightest. He is very clever, almost fantastic, in some of his notions; he is very polished, and his manners are delightful.
I don't think he's good enough for Sybil." Lady Caroom sighed. "Sybil's a dear girl," she said, "although she's a terrible nuisance to me. I shouldn't be at all surprised either if she developed views. I wish you were a marrying man, Arranmore. I used to think of you myself once, but you would be too old for me now. You're exactly the right age for Sybil." Arranmore smiled.
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