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"May I come in?" asked Honoria, and pushed the door open. She stepped into the middle of the kitchen and dropped Taffy an elaborate courtesy. A thousand congratulations, sir!" "Why, how did you know?" "Well, I met the postman; and I looked in through the window before knocking." Taffy bit his lip. "People seem to be taking a deal of interest in us all of a sudden," he said to his mother.
Her companion's tall person and the folds of a heavy curtain, while screening Honoria from observation, also, in great measure, obscured her view of the room. Yet not so completely but that she saw two figures cross it, one black, one white, those of a man and a girl.
Which little word of thoughtfulness on Dickie's part brought a roundness to Katherine's cheek and a soft shining into her sweet eyes, so that Honoria St. Quentin, sauntering into the room just then with her habitual lazy grace, stood still a moment in pleased surprise, noting the change in her friend's appearance. "Why, dear Cousin Katherine," she asked, "what's happened?
He's awfully hard hit too, and would be as steady as old time for poor little Con's sake if " "Ah! now I begin to comprehend," Honoria said. "Yes, don't you see, it's a perfectly genuine, for-ever-and-ever-amen sort of business." Lord Shotover leaned back once more, and turned a wonderfully pleasant, if not preeminently responsible, countenance upon his companion.
Here Honoria to avoid hearing something she could not forgive put her plump hand over his bristly mouth. He kissed it and somehow she couldn't take the high tone she had at first intended.
A year from that day, on the 15th of May, in the year 1773, I had the honour and happiness to lead to the altar Honoria, Countess of Lyndon, widow of the late Right Honourable Sir Charles Lyndon, K.B. The ceremony was performed at St. George's, Hanover Square, by the Reverend Samuel Runt, her Ladyship's chaplain.
Honoria's uniform kindness, he was still unreasonably prejudiced, and with the prejudice he was now admitting a feeling akin to jealousy. It was evident that Patricia's admiration for his father extended over to his father's wife; and meaning consistently to dislike Mrs. Honoria, he was irrational enough to want Patricia to dislike her, too.
"But I can't go on. You must do it for me." "Well, each of these cats had a comb, and was combed every Saturday night. One was a good cat, and kept his comb properly like E, you see. But the other had broken a tooth out of his that's F " "I expect he was a fulmart," said Honoria. Taffy agreed. He didn't know what a fulmart was, but he was not going to confess it.
He blushed in his surprise. Honoria rose. "If I may," she said, and wondered if she might hold out a hand. But he held out his, quite frankly, and laughed. "Why, of course. They will be lighting up in half an hour. We must make haste." Once or twice during tea he stole a glance from Honoria to his mother; and each time fondly believed that it passed undetected.
The rank of Lady Honoria, though it has not rendered her proud, nor even made her conscious she has any dignity to support, has yet given her a saucy indifference whom she pleases or hurts, that borders upon what in a woman is of all things the most odious, a daring defiance of the world and its opinions."
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