"We should very
much have enjoyed Mr. Brooks' lecture. Do tell us what it was about."
"Don't you be bothered, Brooks," Mr. Bullsom exclaimed, hospitably.
"Sit down and try one of these cigars. We've had supper, but if you'd
like anything--"
"Nothing to eat, thanks," Brooks protested. "I'll have a cigar if I
may."
"And a whisky-and-soda, then," Mr. Bullsom insisted. "Say when!"
Brooks turned to Selina. Mary had left the room. "You were asking
about the lecture," he said. "Really, it was only a very unpretentious
affair, and to tell you the truth, only intended for people whose
opportunities for reading have not been great. I am quite sure it would
not have been worth your while to come down. We just read a chapter or
so from A Tale of Two Cities, and talked about it."
"We should have liked it very mulch," Selina declared. "Do tell us when
there is another one, will you?"
"With pleasure," he answered. "I warn you, though, that you will be
disappointed."
"We will risk that," Selina declared, with a smile. "Have you been to
Enton this week?"
"I was there on Sunday," he answered.
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