"
"It is true," Molyneux murmured. "Delightfully true."
"Lord Arranmore is always either cynical or paradoxical," Sybil Caroom
declared. "He really says the most unpleasant things with the greatest
appearance of truth of any man I know."
"This company," Lord Arranmore remarked lightly, "is hostile to me. Let
us go and play pool."
Lady Caroom rose up promptly. Molyneux groaned audibly.
"You shall play me at billiards instead," she declared. "I used to give
you a good game once, and I have played a great deal lately. Ring for
Annette, will you, Sybil? She has my cue."
Sybil Caroom made room for Brooks by her side.
"Do sit down and tell me more about the election," she said. "Sydney is
sure to go to sleep. He always does after shooting."
"You shall ask me questions," he suggested. "I scarcely know what part
of it would interest you."
They talked together lightly at first, then more seriously. From the
other end of the hall came the occasional click of billiard balls. Lady
Caroom and her host were playing a leisurely game interspersed with
conversation.
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