I'm beastly fit myself,
but I had a bit of a facer last week. I--er--I wanted to ask you a
question.
"Well?"
"About that fellow Brooks I met at your place down at Enton. Lawyer at
Medchester, isn't he? I thought that he and Sybil seemed a bit thick
somehow. Don't suppose there could have been anything in it, eh? He's
no one in particular, I suppose. Lady Caroom wouldn't be likely to
listen to anything between Sybil and him?"
Arranmore raised his eyebrows.
"Brooks is a very intelligent young man," he said, "and some girls are
attracted by brains, you know. I don't know anything about his
relations with Sybil Caroom, but he has ample private means, and I
believe that he is well-born."
"Fellow's a gentleman, of course," Molyneux declared, "but Lady Caroom
is a little ambitious, isn't she? I always seemed to be in the running
all right lately. I spent last Sunday with them at Chelsom Castle.
Awful long way to go, but I'm fond of Sybil. I thought she was a bit
cool to me, but, like a fool, I blundered on, and in the end--I got a
facer."
"Very sorry for you," Arranmore yawned.
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