I shall go to the Queen's Hotel, and have 'em send a
cook and waiters, and run the whole show. Don't know that I shan't send
to London. You get the people! I'll feed 'em!"
"Do as your father says, Selina," Mrs. Bullsom said, mildly. "I'm sure
he's very considerate."
"Where's Mary?" Mr. Bullsom inquired. "This is a bit in her line."
Selina tossed her head.
"I'm sure I don't know why you should say that, papa," she declared.
"Mary knows nothing about society, and she has no friends who would be
the least use to us."
"Where is she, anyway?" Mr. Bullsom demanded. No one knew. As a matter
of fact she was having tea with Kingston Brooks.
CHAPTER V
THE MARQUIS OF ARRANMORE
They had met almost on the steps of his office, and only a few minutes
after he had left Mr. Bullsom. Brooks was attracted first by a certain
sense of familiarity with the trim, well-balanced figure, and
immediately afterwards she raised her eyes to his in passing. He
wheeled sharply round, and held out his hand.
"Miss Scott, isn't it? Do you know I have just left your uncle?"
She smiled a little absently.
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