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"I'm sure she paid a fabulous price for it in Paris, and it's exactly like one I ordered on Tuesday." The details of the rest of this conversation may be omitted. That Honora was forgiven, and Mrs. Dallam's spirits restored may be inferred from her final remark. "My dear, what do you think of Sid and Howard making twenty thousand dollars apiece in Sassafras Copper? Isn't it too lovely!
It was running through Honora's mind, while Lily Dallam's characteristic introductions of the other guests were in progress, that "irrepressible" was an inaccurate word to apply to Mr. Brent's manner. Honora could not define his attitude, but she vaguely resented it.
Dallam's front door at a few minutes after seven o'clock. Honora paused in the spring twilight to contemplate the house, which stood out incongruously from its sombre, brownstone brothers and sisters with noisy basement kitchens.
Nor can a complete picture of life at Quicksands be undertaken. Multiply Mrs. Dallam's dinner-party by one hundred, Howard Silence's Sundays at the Club by twenty, and one has a very fair idea of it. It was not precisely intellectual. "Happy," says Montesquieu, "the people whose annals are blank in history's book." Let us leave it at that.
Something like it she had experienced before: to-day her thoughts seemed to run through her in pulsations, like waves of heat, and she wondered that she could have controlled herself while listening to Lily Dallam. Mrs. Dallam's reproaches presented themselves to Honora in new aspects. She began to feel now, with an intensity that frightened her, distaste and rebellion.
"On that very same day the day your darky sent your clothes to the cleaner's I had two of Dallam's suits sent down to be pressed. That little man at the tailor shop Pedaloski found this paper crumpled up in your pocket and took it out and then later forgot where he had found it. So, as I understand, he tried to read it, seeking for a clue to its ownership.
Something like it she had experienced before: to-day her thoughts seemed to run through her in pulsations, like waves of heat, and she wondered that she could have controlled herself while listening to Lily Dallam. Mrs. Dallam's reproaches presented themselves to Honora in new aspects. She began to feel now, with an intensity that frightened her, distaste and rebellion.
"With Sid Dallam's love," he said, as she pinned them on her gown. "I tried to get Lily Mrs. Sid for lunch, but you never can put your finger on her. She'll amuse you, Honora." "Oh, Howard, it's so much pleasanter lunching alone to-day. I'm glad you didn't. And then afterwards ?" He refused, however, to be drawn.
"With Sid Dallam's love," he said, as she pinned them on her gown. "I tried to get Lily Mrs. Sid for lunch, but you never can put your finger on her. She'll amuse you, Honora." "Oh, Howard, it's so much pleasanter lunching alone to-day. I'm glad you didn't. And then afterwards ?" He refused, however, to be drawn.
"He even looks at the soup as though he were examining a security!" Needless to say, it did not cure him, although it sealed Lily Dallam's fate and incidentally that of Quicksands.
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