"
"You mean--"
"I mean that she has sent Sydney to the right-about this time in earnest.
She is a queer girl, reticent in a way, although she seems such a
chatterbox, and I am sure she thinks about him."
Lord Arranmore laughed a little hardly.
"Well," he said, "I am the last person to be consulted about anything of
this sort. If he keeps up his present attitude and declines to receive
anything from me, his income until my death will be only two or three
thousand a year. He might marry on that down in Stepney, but not in
this part of the world.''
"Sybil has nine hundred a year," Lady Caroom said, "but it would not be
a matter of money at all. I should not allow Sybil to marry any one
concerning whose position in the world there was the least mystery.
She might marry Lord Kingston of Ross, but never Mr. Kingston Brooks."
"Has--Mr. Brooks given any special signs of devotion?" Lord Arranmore
asked.
"Not since they were at Enton. I dare say he has never even thought of
her since. Still, it was a contingency which occurred to me."
"He is a young man of excellent principles," Lord Arranmore said, dryly,
"taking life as seriously as you please, and I should imagine is too
well balanced to make anything but a very safe husband.
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