The wine, a long silky stream, flowed away from him unstaunched, unregarded.
His eyes were fixed upon Lord Arranmore.

He leaned forward.
"A police-court missionary!" he cried, hoarsely.
Lord Arranmore regarded him for a moment in silence.
"Yes.

As you doubtless surmise, I am your father.

Afterwards you may ask me questions." Brooks sat as one stupefied, and then a sudden warm touch upon his hand sent the blood coursing once more through his veins.

Sybil's fingers lay for a moment upon his.