It seemed almost to grow harder.
"He has only himself to blame," he said, slowly. "But for this
ridiculous masquerading his chance was as good as Atherstone's.
Quixoticism such as his is an expensive luxury."
She shivered a little.
"That sounds hard-hearted," she said. "He is doing what he thinks
right."
Then Lord Arranmore told her what he had told Brooks himself.
"My son is quite a model young man," he said, "but he is a prig. He
thinks too much about what is right and wrong, about what is due to
himself, and he values his own judgment too highly. However, I have no
right to complain, for it is he who suffers, not I. May I dine at your
table to-night? I came over alone."
"Certainly."
They were interrupted a few minutes later by Sybil and Atherstone, and a
small host of their friends. But in consequence of Lord Arranmore's
visit to Homburg, Brooks a few days later received two letters. The
first was from Lord Arranmore.
"RITTER's HOTEL.
"DEAR MR. BROOKS,
"The news which I believe Lady Caroom is sending you to-day may perhaps
convince you of the folly of this masquerading.
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