"Has always been eccentric, and will remain so, I suppose, to the end of the chapter.

You are the one who profits, however, and I am very glad of it." "Eccentricity," Brooks remarked, "is, of course, the only obvious explanation of his generosity so far as I am concerned.

But it has occurred to me, Mr.Ascough, to wonder whether the friendship or connection between him and my father was in any way a less slight thing than I have been led to suppose." Mr.Ascough shrugged his shoulders.
"Lord Arranmore," he said, "has told you, no doubt, all that there is to be told." Brooks sat at his desk, frowning slightly, and tapping the blotting-paper with a pen-holder.
"All that Lord Arranmore has told me," he said, "is that my father occupied a cabin not far from his on the banks of Lake Ono, that they saw little of each other, and that he only found out his illness by accident.

That my father then disclosed his name, gave him his papers and your address.

There was merely the casual intercourse between two Englishmen coming together in a strange country." "That is what I have always understood," Mr.Ascough agreed.