"An eight-mile drive before tea sounded appalling. Where shall
we sit, and may we have muffins?"
"There is nothing about your youth, Lady Sybil, which I envy more than
your digestion," he answered, motioning them towards a table. "To be
able to eat muffins with plenty of butter would be unalloyed bliss.
Nevertheless, you shall have them. No one has ever called me selfish.
Let us have tea, and toast, and bread-and-butter and cakes, and a great
many muffins, please, young lady," he ordered. "And will you send out
some tea to my servants, please? It will save them from trying to
obtain drinks from the hotel next door, and ensure us a safe drive
home."
"And don't forget to send out for that pack of cards, Arranmore," the
elder lady said. "We are going to play bridge driving home with that
wonderful little electric lamp of yours.
"I will not forget," he promised. "We are to be partners, you know."
He was on the point of sitting down when he saw Brooks at the next
table. He held out his hand.
"How do you do, Mr. Brooks?" he said. "I am glad to see that you are
going to get your man in.
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