I believe that you are a little prejudiced
against Lord Arranmore."
"I?" She shrugged her shoulders. "How should I be? I have never spoken
a word to him in my life. But I think that he has a hard, cynical face,
and a hateful expression."
Brooks disagreed with her frankly.
"He seems to me," he declared, "like a man who has had a pretty rough
time, and I believe he had in his younger days, but I do not believe
that he is really either hard or cynical. He has some odd views as
regards charity, but upon my word they are logical enough."
She smiled.
"Well, we'll not disagree about him," she declared. "I wonder how long
my uncle means to be."
"Shall I find out?" he asked.
"Would it be troubling you? He is so excited that I dare say he has
forgotten all about me."
Which was precisely what he had done. Brooks found him the centre of
an animated little group, with a freshly-lit cigar in his mouth, and
every appearance of having settled down to spend the night. He was
almost annoyed when Brooks reminded him of his niece.
"God bless my soul, I forgot all about Mary," he exclaimed with
vexation.
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