"I should come," she said.
A coach passed by, with its brilliant load of women in bright gowns and picture hats, and two or three immaculate men. They both looked up, and followed it with their eyes.
"Lord Arranmore," Sybil exclaimed, "and that is the Duchess of Eversleigh with him on the box. It doesn't seem—the same man, does it?"
Brooks smiled a little bitterly.
"The same man," he repeated. "No!"
They were silent for a few moments. Then Sybil turned towards him with a little impetuous movement.
"Come," she said, "let us talk about yourself now. What are you going to do?"
"To do?" he repeated, vaguely. "Why—"
"About your health, of course. You admitted a few minutes ago that you had been to see your doctor."
"Why—I suppose I must ease up a little."