"This is quite different," Selina answered, cuttingly. "We should very much have enjoyed Mr. Brooks' lecture. Do tell us what it was about."
"Don't you be bothered, Brooks," Mr. Bullsom exclaimed, hospitably. "Sit down and try one of these cigars. We've had supper, but if you'd like anything—"
"Nothing to eat, thanks," Brooks protested. "I'll have a cigar if I may."
"And a whisky-and-soda, then," Mr. Bullsom insisted. "Say when!"
Brooks turned to Selina. Mary had left the room. "You were asking about the lecture," he said. "Really, it was only a very unpretentious affair, and to tell you the truth, only intended for people whose opportunities for reading have not been great. I am quite sure it would not have been worth your while to come down. We just read a chapter or so from A Tale of Two Cities, and talked about it."
"We should have liked it very mulch," Selina declared. "Do tell us when there is another one, will you?"
"With pleasure," he answered. "I warn you, though, that you will be disappointed."
"We will risk that," Selina declared, with a smile. "Have you been to
Enton this week?"
"I was there on Sunday," he answered.
"And is that beautiful girl, Lady Sybil Caroom, still staying there?