"So far as regards Brooks," he said, "I do not think that he would be an acceptable son-in-law to Lady Caroom, but I am not in the least sure. He is by no means an insignificant person. If he were really anxious to marry Sybil Caroom, he would be a rival worth consideration. I cannot tell you anything more."
"Much obliged to you I'm sure. I shall try again when they come to town, of course."
Arranmore rose up.
"I am going down to Christie's to see some old French manuscripts," he said. "Is that on your way?"
Molyneux shook his head.
"Going down to the House, thanks," he answered. "I'll look you up again some time, if I may."
They walked out into the street together. Arranmore stepped into his brougham and was driven off. At the top of St. James's Street he pulled the check-string and jumped out. He had caught a glimpse of a girl's face looking into a shop window. He hastily crossed the pavement and accosted her, hat in hand.
"Miss Scott, will you permit me the opportunity of saying a few words to you?"
Mary turned round, speechless for more than a minute or two.
"I will not detain you for more than a minute or two. I hope that you will not refuse me."