Catherine!"
She threw her arms around his neck.
"You dear!" she exclaimed. "I am not afraid of you any more. Kiss me,
Philip, and don't talk nonsense, because I shan't listen to you."
Brooks drove up in hot haste. The butler stopped him respectfully.
"His lordship is particularly engaged, sir."
"He will see me," Brooks answered. "Please announce me--Lord Kingston
of Ross!"
"I beg your pardon, sir," the man stammered.
"Lord Kingston of Ross," Brooks repeated, casting off for ever the old
name as though it were a disused glove. "Announce me at once."
It was the Arranmore trick of imperiousness, and the man recognized it.
He threw open the study door with trembling fingers, but he was careful
to knock first.
"Lord Kingston of Ross."
He walked to his father with outstretched hand.
"You were right, sir," he said, simply. "I was a prig!"
They stood for a moment, their hands locked. It was a silent greeting,
but their faces were eloquent. Brooks looked from his father to Lady
Caroom and smiled.
"I could not wait," he said. "I was forced to come to you at once.
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