Do you remember me at the
Bar, Ascough? Couldn't keep me down, could they?"
Mr. Ascough smiled.
"You were rather fond of being on your feet!" he admitted.
Lord Arranmore sighed regretfully.
"And to think that I might have been Lord High Chancellor by now," he
remarked. "Good-bye, Ascough."
* * * * *
Later, at the reception of a Cabinet Minister, Lord Arranmore came
across Hennibul talking with half-a-dozen other men. He detached himself
at once.
"This is odd," he remarked, with a whimsical smile. "What the dickens
are you doing in this respectable household, Arranmore? You look like a
lost sheep."
Lord Arranmore shrugged his shoulders.
"I've decided to go in for something," he said; "politics or society or
something of that sort. What do you recommend?"
"Supper!" Mr. Hennibul answered, promptly.
"Come on then," Lord Arranmore assented. "One of those little tables in
the far room, eh?"
"The pate here is delicious," Mr. Hennibul said; "but for Heaven's sake
leave the champagne alone." "There's some decent hock.
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