She threw her arms around his neck.
"You dear!" she exclaimed. "I am not afraid of you any more. Kiss me,
Philip, and don't talk nonsense, because I shan't listen to you."
Brooks drove up in hot haste. The butler stopped him respectfully.
"His lordship is particularly engaged, sir."
"He will see me," Brooks answered. "Please announce me—Lord Kingston of Ross!"
"I beg your pardon, sir," the man stammered.
"Lord Kingston of Ross," Brooks repeated, casting off for ever the old name as though it were a disused glove. "Announce me at once."
It was the Arranmore trick of imperiousness, and the man recognized it. He threw open the study door with trembling fingers, but he was careful to knock first.
"Lord Kingston of Ross."
He walked to his father with outstretched hand.