"Hunt."
"Bad leg, but I do a bit at it."
"Society."
"Sooner go on the County Council."
"City."
"Too much money already."
"Write a book." "No one would read it."
"Start a magazine."
"Too hard work."
Mr. Hennibul sighed.
"You're rather a difficult case," he admitted. "You'd better come
round to the club and play bridge."
"I never played whist--and I'm bad-tempered."
"Bit of everything then."
Lord Arranmore smiled.
"That's what it'll end in, I suppose."
"Pleasant times we had down at Enton," Mr. Hennibul remarked. "How's
the nice young lawyer--Brooks his name was, I think?"
"All right, I believe."
"And the ladies?
"I believe that they are quite well. They were in Scotland last time
I heard of them."
Mr. Hennibul found conversation difficult.
"I saw that you were in Paris the other week," he remarked.
"I went over to see Bernhardt's new play," Arranmore continued.
"Good?"
"It disappointed me. Very likely though the fault was with myself."
Mr. Hennibul looked across at his host shrewdly.
"What did you see me for?" he asked, suddenly.
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