There are reasons why I do not want to talk about Lord Arranmore, or
discuss this matter with you, and if I stayed I might do both. Will you
dine with me somewhere on Friday night? I will come and fetch you."
"Of course I will. Do be careful how you walk. About 7:30."
"I will be here by then," he answered.
On the last flight of stone steps he came face to face with Lord
Arranmore, who nodded and pointed upwards with his walking-stick.
"How much of this sort of thing?" he asked, dryly.
"Ten storeys," Brooks answered, and passed out into the street.
Lord Arranmore looked after him--watched him until he was out of sight.
Then he stood irresolute for several moments, tapping his boots.
"Damned young fool!" he muttered at last; and began the ascent.
CHAPTER IV
A MARQUIS ON MATRIMONY
"My dear Miss Scott," Lord Arranmore said, settling himself in the most
comfortable of her fragile easy-chairs, and declining tea. "I cannot
fail to perceive that my cause is hopeless. The united efforts of
myself and your worthy relatives appear to be powerless to unearth a
single grain of common-sense in your--er--pardon me--singularly
obstinate disposition.
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