"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. Rochester would be ready enough to try
it, but some of his supporters wouldn't listen to it."
The conversation drifted away from politics. Brooks found himself
enjoying his luncheon amazingly. Sybil Caroom devoted herself to him,
and he found himself somehow drawn with marvellous facility into the
little circle of intimate friends. Afterwards they all strolled into
the hall together for coffee, and Arranmore laid his hand upon his arm.
"I am sorry that you will not have time to look round the place," he
said. "You must come over again before long."
"You are very kind," Brooks said, dropping his voice a little. "There
are one or two more things which I should like to ask you about Canada."
"I shall always be at your service," Lord Arranmore answered.
"And I cannot go," Brooks continued, "without thanking you--"
"We will take that for granted," Arranmore interrupted.
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