"
Selina raised her eyes and dropped them again in the most approved
fashion. Mr. Bullsom shook hands as though it were a sacrament; Mary,
who was annoyed, did not smile at all.
"This is all quite unnecessary, Lord Arranmore," she said, while her
uncle was signalling for a cab. I shall not change my mind, and I am
sorry that you spoke to uncle about it at all."
"It is a serious matter to me, Miss Scott," Lord Arranmore said,
gravely. "And there is still another point of view from which I might
urge it."
"It is wasted time," she declared, firmly.
Selina detached herself from her father, and stood by Lord Arranmore's
side.
"I suppose you are often in London, Lord Arranmore?" she asked shyly.
"A great deal too often," he answered.
"We read about your beautiful parties at Enton," she said, with a sigh.
"It is such a lovely place."
"I am glad you like it," he answered, absently. "I see your uncle
cannot find a four-wheeler. You must take my carriage. I am only going
a few steps."
Mary's eager protest was drowned in Selina's shrill torrent of thanks.
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