"The other Mr. Brooks," he murmured, "is dead. He has been burned in
the furnace of this last wonderful year. That is why I think--I fear it
is no use your looking for him--and you would not wish to have a
stranger to tea with you."
"That," she said, "is ingenious, but not convincing. So you will please
come to-morrow at four o'clock. I shall stay in for you.
"At four o'clock," he repeated, helplessly.
Lady Caroom waved to them from the path.
"Sybil, come here at once," she exclaimed, "and bring Mr. Brooks with
you. Dear me, what troublesome people you have been to find. I am very
glad indeed to see you again."
She looked Brooks in the face as she held his hand, and With a little
start he realized that she knew.
"You most quixotic of young men," she exclaimed, "come home with us at
once, and explain how you dared to avoid us all this time. What a ghost
you look. I hope it is your conscience. Don't pretend you can't sit
with your back to the horse, but get in there, sir, and--James, the
little seat--and make yourself as comfortable as you can. Home, James!
Upon my word, Mr.
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