"One would think, papa, that you and Mr. Brooks had been quarrelling,"
she remarked, tartly. "You seem quite odd to-night."
Mr. Bullsom raised his glass. He had lately improved his cellar.
"Drink your health, Brooks," he said, looking towards him. "We had an
interesting chat, but we didn't get quarrelling, did we?"
"Nor are we ever likely to," Brooks answered, smiling. "You know, Miss
Bullsom, your father was my first client of any importance, and I shan't
forget how glad I was to get his cheque."
"I'm very pleased that he was useful to you," Selina answered,
impressively. "Will you tell me something that we want to know very
much?"
"Certainly!"
"Are you really not coming back to Medchester to live?"
Brooks shook his head.
"No. I am settling down in London. I have found some work there I
like."
"Then are you the Mr. Brooks who has started what the Daily Courier
calls a 'Whiteby's Charity Scheme' in the East End?"
"Quite true, Miss Bullsom. And your cousin is helping me."
Selina raised her eyebrows.
"Dear me," she said, "I had no idea that Many had time to spare for that
sort of thing, had you, father?
"Many can look after herself, and uncommonly well too," Mr.
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