"I am very busy this morning."
"It is Lady Sybil Caroom," he answered. "Please don't go. I should
like you to meet her."
Mary looked longingly at the door of communication which led into the
further suite of offices, but it was too late to think of escape. Sybil
had already entered, bringing into the room a delicious odor of
violets, herself almost bewilderingly beautiful. She was dressed with
extreme simplicity, but with a delicate fastidiousness which Mary at any
rate was quick to appreciate. Her lips were slightly parted in a
natural and perfectly dazzling smile. She came across to Brooks with
outstretched hand and laughter in her eyes.
"Confess that you are horrified," she exclaimed. "I don't care a bit.
I've waited for you to take me quite long enough. If you won't come now
I shall go by myself."
"Go where?" he exclaimed.
"Why, to one of the branches--I don't care which. I can help for the
rest of the day." He laughed.
"Well, let me introduce you to Miss Scott," he said, turning round.
"Mary, this is Lady Sybil Caroom. Miss Scott," he continued, turning to
the younger girl, "has been my right hand since we first started.
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