A great personage stopped and talked to them for a
while. Lady Caroom admitted the news of Sybil's engagement. After that
every one stopped to express pleasure. It was not until the young
people appeared themselves, and at once monopolized all attention, that
Arranmore was able to draw his companion away into comparative solitude.
"Do you by any chance correspond with Brooks?" he asked her.
She shook her head.
"No!" she answered. "I was thinking of that. I should like him to know
from one of us. Can't you write him, Arranmore?"
"I could," he answered, "but it would perhaps come better from you.
Have you ever had any conversation with him about Sybil?"
"Once," she answered, "yes!
"Then you can write--it will be better for you to write. I should like
to ask you a question if I may."
"Yes."
"Have you any idea whether the news will be in any way a blow to him?"
"I think perhaps it may," she admitted.
Arranmore was silent. She watched him half eagerly, hoping for some
look, some expression of sympathy. She was disappointed. His face did
not relax.
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