You must be a very morbid person."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"One is always called morbid," he remarked, "who dares to look towards
the truth."
"There are people," Lady Caroom answered, "who look always towards the
clouds, even when the sun is shining."
"I am in the minority," Lord Arranmore said, smiling. "I feel myself
becoming isolated. Let us abandon the subject."
"No, let us convert you instead," Sybil declared. "We want to look at
the sun, and we want to take you with us. You are really a very stupid
person, you know. Why do you want to stay all alone amongst the
shadows?" Arranmore smiled faintly.
"The sun shines," he said, "only for those who have eyes to see it."
"Blindness is not incurable," she answered.
"Save when the light in the eyes is dead," he answered. "Come, shall we
play a game at fourhanded billiards?"
It resolved itself into a match between Lady Caroom and Lord Arranmore,
who were both players far above the average. Sybil and Brooks talked,
but for once her attention wandered. She seemed listening to the
click of the billiard-balls, and watching the man and the woman between
whom all conversation seemed dead.
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