"Never mind. Her bark's a good deal worse than her bite. Good-bye,
both of you."
Lord Arranmore rose and closed the door after her.
"Sybil is a remarkably handsome young woman," he said. "Any signs of
her getting married yet?"
Lady Caroom shook her head.
"No! Arranmore, that reminds me, what has become of--Mr. Brooks?" Lord
Arranmore smiled a little bitterly. "He is in London."
"I have never seen him, you must remember, since that evening. Is he
still--unforgiving?
"Yes! He refuses to be acknowledged. He is taking the bare income
which is his by law--it comes from a settlement to the eldest son--and
he is studying practical philanthropy in the slums."
"I am sorry," she said. "I like him, and he would be a companion for
you."
"He's not to be blamed," Lord Arranmore said. "From his point of view I
have been the most scandalous parent upon this earth." Lady Caroom
sighed.
"Do you know," she said, "that he and Sybil were very friendly?
"I noticed it," he answered.
"She has asked about him once or twice since we got back to town, and
when she reads about the starting of this new work of his at Stepney she
will certainly write to him.
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