He lit a cigar, and his thumb found its way to the armhole of his waistcoat.

At that moment Mr.Bullsom would not have changed places with any man on earth.
"What sort of a place is Enton to stay at, Brooks, eh ?" he inquired, in a friendly manner.

"Keeps it up very well, don't he, the present Marquis ?" Brooks sighed.
"I really don't know much about it," he answered, "I was only there one night." "Good day's sport ?" "Very good indeed," Brooks answered.

"Lord Arranmore is a wonderful shot." "A remarkable man in a great many ways, Lord Arranmore," Dr.Seventon remarked.

"He disappeared from London when he was an impecunious young barrister with apparently no earthly chance of succeeding to the Arranmore estates, and from that time till a few years ago, when he was advertised for, not a soul knew his whereabouts.