You asked me her name." Lord Arranmore bent the card in his forefinger, and dropped his eyeglass.
"So that is the young lady," he remarked.

"I remember her distinctly.
But I do not understand what she can want within me.

Is she by any chance, Brooks, one of those young persons who go about with a collecting-card--who want money for missions and that sort of thing?
If so, I am afraid she has wasted her cab fare." "She is not in the least that sort of person," Brooks answered, emphatically.

"I have no idea what she wants to see you about, but I am convinced that her visit has a legitimate object." Lord Arranmore stuck the card in his waistcoat pocket and shrugged his shoulders.
"You are my man of affairs, Brooks.

I commission you to see her.