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"That's Lula Chandos," explained Lily Dallam in her usual staccato, following Honora's gaze, "at the piano, in ashes of roses. She's stopped mourning for her husband. Trixy told her to-night she'd discarded the sackcloth and kept the ashes. He's awfully clever. I don't wonder that she's crazy about him, do you? He's standing beside her."
"If you can do that we can. Eh, Trixy?" He mounted quickly, urged the reluctant mare to the break in the edge of the cliff, and forced her over.
"Do you call him Trixy to his face?" she asked. "What? No but everyone calls him Trixy. What's the matter with you?" "Nothing," she replied. "Only the habit every one has in Quicksands of speaking of people they don't know well by their nicknames seems rather bad taste." "I thought you liked Quicksands," he retorted. "You weren't happy until you got down here."
"Trixy, what does she remind you of?" "Cleopatra," cried Warry Trowbridge, with an attempt to be gallant. "Eternal vigilance," said Mr. Brent, and they sat down amidst the laughter, Lily Dallam declaring that he was horrid, and Mrs. Chandos giving him a look of tender reproach. But he turned abruptly to Honora, who was on his other side. "Where did you drop down from, Mrs. Spence?" he inquired.
Presently an endless stretch of ivied wall appears in view, inclosing a primeval forest, it seems to Edith; and Lady Helena sits up and rubs her eyes, and says it is Catheron Royals. The girl leans forward and strains her eyes, but can make out nothing in the darkness save that long line of wall and waving trees. This is to be Trixy's home, she thinks happy Trixy!
"Don't tell him, please, but it seems it seems so real, I had to tell you." She turned her face away. And Trixy, with suspicious dimness in her eyes, stooped down and kissed that thin, wan face. "You poor little Dithy!" she said; "you do like Charley, don't you? no, it's not a dream you were married nearly a fortnight ago. The hope of my life is realized you are my sister, and Charley's wife!"
"Trixy!" cried his hostess, threading her way with considerable skill across the room and dragging Honora after her, "Trixy, I want to introduce you to Mrs. Spence. Now aren't you glad you came!" It was partly, no doubt, by such informal introductions that Lily Dallam had made her reputation as the mistress of a house where one and all had such a good time.
Edith," cried Miss Stuart, triumphantly, "do you hear that?" "Yes, Trixy, I hear," said Edith, dreamily. "You don't look as if you did, or if you do hear, you don't heed. Six dances two more I am certain, than he danced with any other girl in the house. That looks promising, now doesn't it?
"I don't know that he is to blame," Edith responded quietly. "I deserved no better; and ah! Trixy, not many in this world are as generous as you. So you are perfectly happy, darling? I wonder if Captain Hammond, now, has anything to do with it?" "Well, yes," Tax admits blushingly again; "I may as well tell you. We are to be married at Christmas." "Trix! Married!" "Married at last.
"There's no doubt where he's headed for, is there?" Haig interrupted. "And who's going to stop him? No, saddle Trixy!" "But you're not going alone?" said Farrish. "Yes." "But " "Bill's knocked out. Curly's off as soon as he can start for Tellurium. That leaves you and Pete to look after the ranch. I may be gone some time." "But you can't rope him alone!" protested Farrish. "I don't expect to.
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