"Mr. Lavilette," he said, "has also had to pay damages in one or two
rather expensive libel cases. And, between you and me, Mrs. Endicott,
if our young friend Brooks chose to move in the matter, I am afraid Mr.
Lavilette might have to sign the largest cheque he has ever signed in
his life for law costs."
The bishop's wife rose with an icy smile.
"I seem to have found my way into Mr. Brooks' headquarters," she
remarked. "Lady Caroom, I shall hope to see you at the palace shortly."
"Poor me," Sybil exclaimed, as their visitor departed. "She only asked
you, mummy, so as to exclude me. And poor Mr. Brooks! I wish he'd
been here. What fun we should have had."
"Oh, these Etrusians," Lord Arranmore murmured. "I thought that a
bishop was very near heaven indeed, all sanctity and charity, and that a
bishop's wife was the concentrated essence of these things--plus the
wings."
Sybil laughed softly.
"Sanctity and charity," she repeated, "and Mrs. Endicott. Oh!"
CHAPTER VI
THE RESERVATION OF MARY SCOTT
The two girls were travelling westwards on the outside of an omnibus, in
itself to Sybil a most fascinating mode of progression, and talking a
good deal spasmodically.
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