Mr. Hennibul looked across at his host shrewdly.
"What did you see me for?" he asked, suddenly. "You're bored to death trying to keep up a conversation."
Lord Arranmore laughed.
"Upon my word, I don't know, Hennibul," he answered. "For the same old reason, I suppose. One must see some one, do something. I thought that you might amuse me."
"And I've failed," Hennibul declared, smiling. "Come to supper at the
Savoy to-night. The two new American girls from the Lyric and St. John
Lyttleton are to be there. Moderately respectable, I believe, but a bit
noisy perhaps."
Arranmore shook his head.
"You're a good fellow, Hennibul," he said, "but I'm too old for that sort of thing."
Hennibul rose to his feet.
"Well," he said, "I've kept the best piece of advice till last because I want you to think of it. Marry!"
Lord Arranmore did not smile. He did not immediately reply.