Brooks wheeled an easy-chair towards him.
"I am in no great hurry," he remarked.
Arranmore glanced at the clock.
"More am I," he said, "but I find I am dining with the Prime Minister at nine o'clock. It occurs to me that you may have some influence with her."
"We are on fairly friendly terms," Brooks admitted.
"Just so. Well, she may have told you that my solicitors approached her, as the daughter of Martin Scott, with the offer of a certain sum of money, which is only a fair and reasonable item, which I won from her father at a time when we were not playing on equal terms. It was through that she found me out."
"Yes, I knew as much as that."
"So I imagined. But the hot-headed young woman has up to now steadily refused to accept anything whatever from me. Quite ridiculous of her. There's no doubt that I broke up the happy home, and all that sort of thing, and I really can't see why she shouldn't permit me the opportunity of making some restitution."
"You want her to afford you the luxury of salving your conscience,"
Brooks remarked, dryly.
Lord Arranmore laughed hardly.