“Dinner is served, my lord,” the butler announced.
Lord Arranmore extended his arm to Lady Caroom.
“Come,” he said, “let us all be charitable to one another, for I too am starving.”
AN AWKWARD QUESTION
“You think they really liked it, then?”
“How could they help it? It was such a delightful idea of yours, and I am sure all that you said was so simple and yet suggestive. Good-night, Mr. Brooks.”
They stood in the doorway of the Secular Hall, where Brooks had just delivered his lecture. It seemed to him that her farewell was a little abrupt.
“I was going to ask,” he said, “whether I might not see you home.”
“Really,” she said, “I wish you would not trouble. It is quite a long way, and I have only to get into a car.
“The further the better,” he answered, “and besides, if your uncle is at home I should like to come in and see him.”
She made no further objection, yet Brooks fancied that her acquiescence was, to some extent, involuntary. He walked by her side in silence for a moment or two, wondering whether there was indeed any way in which he could have offended her.
“I have not seen you,” he remarked, “since the evening of your dinner-party.”
“You were out when I called.”
“I have so many things to do—just now. We can get a car here.”
He looked at it.
“It is too full,” he said. “Let us walk on for a little way. I want to talk to you.”
The car was certainly full, so after a moment’s hesitation she acquiesced.
“You will bring your girls again, I hope?” he asked.
“They will come I have no doubt,” she answered. “So will I if I am in Medchester.”