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At this juncture in her narrative Mrs. Rindge shrieked with laughter, in which she was joined by Mrs. Kame and Hugh; and she pointed a forefinger across the table at Mr. Pembroke, who went on solemnly eating his dinner. "Georgie gave him ten cents with which to buy the magazine," she added a little hysterically.
Kame sighed. "What a terrible thing it is," she said, "that we are never satisfied! It's the men who ruin all this for us, I believe, and prevent our enjoying it. Look at Adele." Honora had indeed looked at her. "I found out the other day what is the matter with her. She's madly in love with Dicky." "With with her former husband?"
"Don't forget that we're all dining with you to-night in Quicksands." Once in the dressing-room, Honora felt like locking the doors and jumping out of the window. She gave her coat to the maid, rearranged her hair without any apparent reason, and was leisurely putting on her hat again, and wondering what she would do next, when Mrs. Kame appeared. "Trixy asked me to get you," she explained. "Mr.
"I shan't forget, at any rate, Mrs. Spence," said Cecil Grainger, who had not taken his eyes from her, except to blink. Mrs. Kame saved her the embarrassment of replying. "Can't we go somewhere and play bridge," Trixy demanded.
Kame, "I thought Quicksands people never went home after a victory." "I've scarcely been here long enough," replied Honora, "to have acquired all of the Quicksands habits." "Oh," said Mrs. Kame, and looked at Honora again. "Wasn't that Mrs. Dallam you were with? I used to know her, years ago, but she doesn't speak to me any more." "Perhaps she thinks you've forgotten her," said Honora.
"You knocked him into a cocked hat," said Hugh. "And if you'd been in that kimono, you could have done it even easier." "Georgie broke the whole whiskey service, or whatever it is," Mrs. Rindge went on, addressing Honora again. "He fell into it." "He's all right this morning," observed Mrs. Kame, critically. "I think I'll take to swallowing swords and glass and things in public.
The group, however, which had been the object of that lady's remarks was already moving towards them with the exception of Mrs. Shorter and Mr. Farwell, who had left it. They greeted Mr. Brent with great cordiality. "Mrs. Kame," he said, "let me introduce Mrs. Spence. And Mrs. Spence, Mr. Grainger, Mr. Wing, and Mr. Cuthbert. Mrs. Spence was just going home." "Home!" echoed Mrs.
A new vista, at least, had been cut: possibilities became probabilities. Even when Mrs. Kame chose to ridicule Quicksands Honora was silent, so keenly did she feel the justice of her guest's remarks; and the implication was that Honora did not belong there. When train time arrived and they were about to climb into Trixton Brent's omnibus for which he had obligingly telephoned Mrs.
"It would be impossible to forget Mrs. Dallam," declared Mrs. Kame. "So I should have thought," said Honora. Trixton Brent laughed, and Mrs. Kame, too, after a moment's hesitation. She laid her hand familiarly on Mr. Brent's arm. "I haven't seen you all summer, Trixy," she said. "I hear you've been here at Quicksands, stewing in that little packing-case of yours.
No very careful perusal was needed to convince her that the lady was unmoral, and that in characteristics she resembled the chameleon. But she read deeper. She perceived that Mrs. Kame was convinced that she, Honora, would adjust herself to the new conditions after a struggle; and that while she had a certain sympathy in the struggle, Mrs.
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