CHAPTER V.
THE MARQUIS OF ARRANMORE They had met almost on the steps of his office, and only a few minutes after he had left Mr.Bullsom.Brooks was attracted first by a certain sense of familiarity with the trim, well-balanced figure, and immediately afterwards she raised her eyes to his in passing.

He wheeled sharply round, and held out his hand.
"Miss Scott, isn't it?
Do you know I have just left your uncle ?" She smiled a little absently.

She looked tired, and her boots and skirt were splashed as though with much walking.
"Indeed! I suppose you see a good deal of him just now while the election is on ?" "I must make myself a perfect nuisance to him," Brooks admitted.

"You see the work is all new to me, and he has been through it many times before.

Are you just going home ?" She nodded.
"I have been out since two o'clock," she said.
"And you are almost wet through, and quite tired out," he said.