"Very good," he said. "I will send for Ascough to come down from town, and we must meet one day next week at Morrisons' office, and go into matters thoroughly. That reminds me. Busher, my head bailiff, will be in to see you this afternoon. There are half-a-dozen leases to be seen to at once, and everything had better come here until the arrangements are concluded."
"I shall be in all the afternoon," Brooks answered, still a little dazed.
"And Thursday," Lord Arranmore concluded, "you dine and sleep at Enton. I hope we shall have a good day's sport. The carriage will fetch you at 6:30. Good-morning."
Lord Arranmore walked out with a little nod, but on the threshold he paused and looked back.
"By the bye, Brooks," he said, "do you remember my meeting you in a little tea-shop almost the day after I first called upon you?"
"Quite well," Brooks answered.
"You had a young lady with you."
"Yes. I was with Miss Scott."
Lord Arranmore's hand fell from the handle. His eyes seemed suddenly full of fierce questioning. He moved a step forward into the room.
"Miss Scott? Who is she?"