But about
her mouth were certain rigid lines which spoke of determination.
Sybil leaned forward from her chair, and Lady Caroom watched her
approach with lifted eyebrows and a stare of well-bred and languid
insolence. Lord Arranmore laid down his cue and rose at once to meet
her.
"You are Lord Arranmore," she said, looking at him fixedly. "Will you
please answer the question--in my note?"
He bowed a little coldly, but he made no remark as to her intrusion. "I
have already," he said, "given my answer to Mr. Brooks. The name
which you mention is altogether unknown to me, nor have I ever visited
the place you speak of. You have apparently been misled by a chance
likeness."
"It is a very wonderful one," she said, slowly, keeping her eyes fixed
upon him.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"I regret," he said, "that you should have had your journey for nothing.
I can, I presume, be of no further use to you."
"I do not regret my journey here," she answered. "I could not rest
until I had seen you closely, face to face, and asked you that question.
You deny then that you were ever called Philip Ferringshaw?"
"Most assuredly," he answered, curtly.
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