Last time we were both of us in very
different trim."
Lady Caroom came gliding up to them, and shook hands with Sir George.
"This sounds so interesting," she murmured. "Did you say that you met
Lord Arranmore in his exploring days?" she asked, turning to Mr.
Lacroix.
"I found Lord Arranmore in a log hut which he had built himself on the
shores of Lake Ono," Lacroix said, smiling. "And when I tell you that I
had lost all my stores, and that his was the only dwelling-place for
fifty miles around, you can imagine that his hospitality was more
welcome to me then even than to-day."
Brooks, who was standing near, could not repress a start. He fancied
that Lord Arranmore glanced in his direction.
Lady Caroom shuddered.
"The only dwelling-house for fifty miles," she repeated. "What hideous
misanthropy."
"There was no doubt about it," Lacroix declared, smiling. "My Indian
guide, who knew every inch of the country, told me so many times. I can
assure you that Lord Arranmore, whom I am very pleased to meet again,
was a very different person in those days."
The butler glided up from the background.
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