"My own judgment," she repeated. "I am afraid that I have lost a good
deal of faith in that lately."
"Why?"
"I have learned to repent of that impulsive visit of mine to Enton."
"Again why?"
"I was mad with rage against Lord Arranmore. I think that I was wrong.
It was many years ago, and he has repented."
Brooks smiled faintly. The idea of Lord Arranmore repenting of anything
appealed in some measure to his sense of humour.
"Then I am afraid that I did him some great harm in accusing him like
that--openly. He has seemed to me since like an altered man. Tell me,
those others who were there--they believed me?"
"Yes."
"It did him harm--with the lady, the handsome woman who was playing
billiards with him?"
"Yes."
"Was he engaged to her?
"No! He proposed to her afterwards, and she refused him."
Her eyes were suddenly dim.
"I am sorry," she said.
"I think," he said, quietly, "that you need not be. You probably saved
her a good deal of unhappiness."
She looked at him curiously.
"Why are you so bitter against Lord Arranmore?" she asked.
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