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Updated: June 3, 2025
If I am the last to congratulate you, at least I am among the first in heartiness and sincerity.... "There are some charming Americans here though I don't think of any others whom I should mention as common acquaintances. Or did you know Mrs. Larry Holbury? She has been reigning graciously over us, and I am among the smitten.
Holbury listed in an account of some entertainment and below that: "A young Southerner, recently arrived and somewhat lionized, is whispered to be complicating the already uneven balance of domesticity in the home of a couple whose status in society antedates his own. This gallant has all the attractiveness of one untouched with ennui.
Marian's scream interrupted his sentence, and the scream itself died away in a quaver, as she faded into insensibility, and Farquaharson lifted her clear of the floor and carried her to the lounge. After that he turned to face Holbury and addressed him with a quietness which the glitter in his eye contradicted. "This is a pity, Holbury. It seems that you frightened her with some brutality.
But with her next question Conscience forced him from his defense of jocular evasiveness. "Did you know, Stuart, that that Mrs. Holbury came to see me?" He feared that she had caught his flinch of surprise at that announcement but he replied evenly: "Marian wrote to me that she had seen you. How you two happened to meet, I have never guessed."
"Who is the girl with the red-brown hair and the wonderful complexion and the dissatisfied eyes?" he asked Miss Andrews later, and that lady answered with the frankness of a fellow-countryman in foreign parts: "Mrs. Larry Holbury. That's her husband over there it's whispered that they're not inordinately happy."
She wheeled and went hurriedly down the path toward her car, leaving Conscience standing on the terrace, with her lips parted and her hands nervously clenched. Conscience did not mention to her husband the visit of Marian Holbury. To do so would not only have been the violation of a self-sacrificing confidence but the pleading of a cause for which Eben could feel no response except distaste.
But he couldn't tell you himself, without discrediting me and there was no one else to do it." "Even so I don't quite see " But Mrs. Holbury cut her short with an imperious gesture and her voice held a vibrant thrill of feeling. "You say that Stuart Farquaharson stands for a past chapter in your thoughts. I love him and I know him.
I can't accept an advantage gained at such a cost, Conscience. I think all of her mistakes grew out of an exaggerated innocence and she's paid high enough for them. Marian Holbury is a woman who needs no defense unless it's against pure slander." "Stuart," Conscience's voice was deep with earnestness, "a woman only sets herself a task like that because she loves a man."
Tollman was gazing at his wife with brows incredulously arched but his scepticism appeared amused almost urbane. "But where in the world did you and Mrs. Holbury meet? Your orbits have no points of contact." "She was driving to Provincetown and stopped here." "Ah!"
"I wish we could," she said. "I knew you let yourself in for it the first time but now you're hooked and you have to come." So he went. On later occasions it was more flattering than satisfying to him that the beautiful Mrs. Holbury should drop so promptly into a sort of easy intimacy and treat him almost from the start with a proprietary manner. It soon became an embarrassment of riches.
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