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Trixy Brent has given Lula Chandos his box at the Horse Show, and Lula would never, never forgive me if I backed out." Although she lived in an apartment in a most attractive one, to be sure there could be no doubt about it that Lily Dallam was fashionable. She had a way with her, and her costumes were marvellous.
"They say so." "Do you think he will ever come back?" "No. He will never come back." "Ah." She would stand looking past Marion with her face cat's-pawed by memory and her fingers teasing the fringe of her shawl, till from the garden the blind old man would cry lovingly and querulously, "Trixy, where are you?" and she would answer, "Coming, dearie."
"I'm sorry, Trixy, but I've really got to leave," said Mrs. Chandos. "And I'm in such a predicament! I promised Fanny Darlington I'd go over there, and it's eight miles, and both my horses are lame." Brent turned to his coachman. "Put a pair in the victoria right away and drive Mrs. Chandos to Mrs. Darlington's," he said. She looked at him, and her lip quivered.
Lady Gwendoline Stuart wouldn't sound bad, by George! I'm glad there's to be a baronet in the family, even if it isn't Trixy. A cousin's daughter's better than nothing." So in the first opportunity after dinner Mr. Stuart presented his congratulations as blandly as possible to the future Lady Catheron. In the next opportunity he attacked his son on the subject of Lady Gwendoline.
"De rigger be blowed! It isn't my chamber; it's my private parlor; and aristocratic as we have got lately, I don't think half-past twelve is the break of day. Edith, upon your word, did he say anything about about you know what?" "Marrying you? No, Trixy, not a word." She put her arms closer around poor Trixy's neck, and hid her face in Trixy's chestnut hair.
Lula, Honora wants to know whether Trixy is interested in children." Mrs. Chandos, in the act of lighting a cigarette, smiled sweetly. "Apparently he is," she said. "It's time he were, if he's ever going to be," said Honora, just as sweetly. Everybody laughed but Mrs. Chandos, who began to betray an intense interest in some old lace in the corner of the room.
There were moments when Trixy was on her knees, moments when she was on her haunches, moments when she stood swaying above the pit, and moments when all traces of the trail had vanished. But somewhere below was Sunnysides. Far down the declivity, so near the valley that Haig was able to look across into the tops of the tallest pines, they came to what appeared to be the last of the rocky ledges.
"Bless you, I don't mean Patrick, although I had a terrible time finding him. I mean the horse. Trixy Brent gave him to me before he went abroad." "Gave him to you!" Honora exclaimed. "Oh, he's always doing kind things like that, and he hadn't any use for him. My dear, I hope you don't think for an instant Trixy's in love with me! He's crazy about Lula Chandos.
To clasp Trixy's hand once again, honest, loving, impulsive, warm-hearted Trixy, to feel her arms about her as of old, it seemed to Edith Catheron, she could have given half her life. Of any other, she would not let herself think. He had passed out of her life forever and ever nothing could alter that.
I'm awfully fond of Trixy. I ain't an elder son, and I ain't clever, I know," cried the poor, young gentleman sadly; "but if Trix will consent, by George! I'll go with her to church to-morrow. There's my pay my habits ain't expensive, like some fellows we could got along on that for a while, and then I have expectations from my grandmother.
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