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She was curled up in a huge easy-chair, and her face caught by the glow of the dancing firelight almost startled him by its youth. There was not a single sign of middle age in the smooth cheeks, not a single grey hair, no sign of weariness in the soft full eyes raised to his. She caught his glance and smiled. "The firelight is so becoming!" she murmured. "Don't go!" he said. "My dear Arranmore.
"Don't look like that," she exclaimed. "Forgive me, but you made me think do you remember that night at Enton, when Lord Arranmore spoke of his work amongst the poor, how the hopelessness of it began to haunt him and weigh upon him till he reached the verge of madness. You had something of that look just now." He smiled faintly. "Believe me, it was fancy," he answered, earnestly.
"Will it be very engrossing? Will it help us to forget?" He looked at her with a smile. "That depends," he said, "how anxious you are to forget." She looked hastily away. For a moment Brooks met her eyes, and his heart gave an unusual leap. Lady Caroom watched them both thoughtfully, and then turned to their host. "You have excited our curiosity, Arranmore.
"Why are you so bitter against Lord Arranmore?" she asked. "I?" he laughed. "I am not bitter against him. Only I believe him to be a man without heart or conscience or principles." "That is your opinion really?" "Really! Decidedly." "Then I don't agree with you," she answered. "Why not?" "Simply that I don't." "Excellent! But you have reasons as well as convictions? "Perhaps.
"That little affair is not worth mentioning. I should probably have done the same." "Well, I am not altogether a madman," Brooks declared, smiling, "so I will only say that I accept your offer gratefully and I will do my very best to deserve your confidence." Lord Arranmore rose and stood with his hands behind him, looking out of the window. "Very good," he said.
"I was perhaps wrong to judge so hastily, Lord Arranmore," she said, "and I am inclined to regret my visit to Enton. If you care to know it, I do not harbour any animosity towards you. But I cannot possibly accept this sum of money. I told Mr. Ascough so finally." "It is only justice, Miss Scott," he said, in a low tone.
"I had a visit a few days ago from a worthy Medchester gentleman connected with it." "It is concerning that visit, Lord Arranmore, that I have come to see you," Brooks continued, quietly. "I only heard of it yesterday afternoon, but this morning it seems to me that every one whom I have met has alluded to it." The Marquis was lounging against the broad mantelpiece.
It would make things very easy. And then a rush of memories. He swung round and sat down at his desk, drawing paper and ink towards him. "DEAR LORD ARRANMORE," he wrote, "I am much obliged to you for the suggestion contained in your letter, but I regret that its acceptance would involve the carrying out on my part of certain obligations which I am not at present prepared to undertake.
Do you know that we met a friend of yours, and he lent us his carriage, and I think he's charming." Brooks looked surprised. He glanced at Mary, and saw a look in her face which came as a revelation to him. "You don't mean " "Lord Arranmore!" Selina declared, triumphantly. "He was so nice, he wouldn't let us come home in a cab. He positively made us take his own carriage." Mr.
"Lord Arranmore," he said, "has told you, no doubt, all that there is to be told." Brooks sat at his desk, frowning slightly, and tapping the blotting-paper with a pen-holder. "All that Lord Arranmore has told me," he said, "is that my father occupied a cabin not far from his on the banks of Lake Ono, that they saw little of each other, and that he only found out his illness by accident.
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