"Is this your uncle?" he asked. "Will you introduce me?"
Mary bit her lip.
"Uncle, this is Lord Arranmore," she said. "Mr. Bullsom, my cousin,
Miss Bullsom."
Mr. Bullsom retained presence of mind enough to remove a new and very
shiny silk hat, and to extend a yellow, dog-skinned gloved hand.
"Very proud to meet your lordship," he declared. "I--I wasn't aware--"
Lord Arranmore extricated his hand from a somewhat close grasp, and
bowed to Selina.
"We are neighbours, you know, Mr. Bullsom," he said, "at Medchester. I
met your niece there, and recognized her at once, though she was a
little slip of a girl when I knew her last. Her father and I were in
Montreal together."
"God bless my soul," Mr. Bullsom exclaimed, in much excitement. "It's
your lawyers, then, who have been advertising for Mary?"
Lord Arranmore bowed.
"That is so," he admitted. "I am sorry to say that I cannot induce your
niece to look upon a certain transaction between her father and myself
from a business-like point of view. I think that you and I, Mr.
Bullsom, might come to a better understanding.
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