"The Mr. Kingston Brooks of the East End? Lavvy's friend?" he asked,
politely.
Brooks smiled.
"I am afraid," he said, "that I am the person who is being
exposed--isn't that the word? I warn you, Lady Sybil, that I am a
questionable character."
"I will take the risk," she answered, gaily.
"I think you may safely do so," Lord Bertram answered, raising his hat.
"Good-morning, Lady Sybil--morning, Mr. Brooks!"
She led him towards the chairs.
"I am going to take the risk of your being in an extravagant frame of
mind," she said, "and make you pay for two chains--up here, on the back
now. Now, first of all, do you know that you look shockingly ill?"
"I have just come from-n my doctor," Brooks answered. "He agrees with
you."
"I am glad that you have had the sense to go to him," she said. "Tell
me, are you just run down, on is there anything more serious the matter?
"Nothing serious at all," he answered. "I have had a great deal to do,
and no holiday during the past year, so I suppose I am a little tired."
"You look like a ghost," she said. "You have been overworking yourself
ridiculously.
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