"
Mary struggled for a moment, but her sense of humour triumphed. She
burst out laughing.
"Oh, uncle, uncle," she exclaimed, "you're a wonderful man."
He beamed upon her.
"You come shopping with us in London," he said. "We'll have some fun."
CHAPTER XVII
FIFTEEN YEARS IN HELL
"Really," Lady Caroom exclaimed, "Enton is the cosiest large house I was
ever in. Do throw that Bradshaw away, Arranmore. The one o'clock
train will do quite nicely."
Lord Arranmore obeyed her literally. He jerked the volume lightly into
a far corner of the room and came over to her side. She was curled up
in a huge easy-chair, and her face caught by the glow of the dancing
firelight almost startled him by its youth. There was not a single sign
of middle age in the smooth cheeks, not a single grey hair, no sign of
weariness in the soft full eyes raised to his.
She caught his glance and smiled.
"The firelight is so becoming!" she murmured.
"Don't go!" he said.
"My dear Arranmore. The Redcliffes would never forgive me, and we must
go some time."
"I don't see the necessity," he answered, slowly.
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