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Updated: June 3, 2025
The picture had suggested a probable future for the lady. "How long will it take you to dress?" he asked. "To dress for what?" "To ride with me." "I'm not going to ride with you," she said, and experienced a tingle of satisfaction from his surprise. "Why not?" he demanded. "In the first place, because I don't want to; and in the second, because I'm expecting Lily Dallam."
Trixton Brent, with his hands in his pockets, stood facing her under the electric light on the porch. "Well?" he said. "Well," repeated Honora. "Nice people," said Mr. Brent. Honora bridled. "You invited them here," she said. "I must say I think it, was rather presumptuous. And you've got me into no end of trouble with Lily Dallam." He laughed as he held open the screen door for her.
It would mean the loss of a good position, too, for while Dyckman was an easy boss, if he were going to be an easy marrier as well, Dallam had too much self-respect to countenance a marriage beneath them. If he could only have known of Gilfoyle's existence and his quests, how the two of them could have collaborated!
"Good luck!" cried Cash Dallam from his porch, and several in the crowd caught up the cry.. Juan uttered a series of extraordinary whoops, and working his legs like the long limbs of a seventeen-year locust, he dashed to the head of the procession. The next minute they were off, the pack burros trotting behind in a sedate line. But just as they started an odd thing happened.
An instance of this second-hand acquisition of knowledge occurred the very next morning, when Lily Dallam, with much dignity, walked into Honora's little sitting-room. "I suppose I have no pride," she said, as she halted within a few feet of the doorway. "Why, Lily!" exclaimed Honora, pushing back the chair from her desk, and rising. But Mrs. Dallam did not move.
Sid says I'm killing myself, but I've found a little massage woman who is wonderful. How do you like this dress?" "All your things are exquisite." "Do you think so?" cried Mrs. Dallam, delightedly. Honora, indeed, had not perjured herself. Only the hypercritical, when Mrs. Dallam was dressed, had the impression of a performed miracle. She was the most finished of finished products.
Perhaps it would be fairer to look at them through the eyes of Lily Dallam, who was in her element on such days, and regarded them as the most innocent and enjoyable of occasions, and perhaps they were. The view from the veranda, at least, appealed to our heroine's artistic sense.
Honora, of course, blushed to her temples, and everybody laughed even Mrs. Chandos. "Glad," said Mr. Brent, with his eyes on Honora, "does not quite express it. You usually have a supply of superlatives, Lily, which you might have drawn on." "Isn't he irrepressible?" demanded Lily Dallam, delightedly, "he's always teasing."
The Third Avenue Elevated, "so handy for Sid," roared across the gap scarcely a block away; and just as the door was opened the tightest of little blue broughams, pulled by a huge chestnut horse and driven by the tiniest of grooms in top boots, drew up at the curb. And out of it burst a resplendent lady Mrs. Dallam. "Oh, it's you, Honora," she cried. "Am I late? I'm so sorry.
"I didn't have a bad time," he admitted. "I had a talk with Brent after dinner, and I think I've got him interested in a little scheme. It's a strange thing that Sid Dallam was never able to do any business with him. If I can put this through, coming to Quicksands will have been worth while." He paused a moment, and added: "Brent seems to have taken quite a shine to you, Honora."
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