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"If you start right after lunch, I'll take you out. We'll have plenty of time," he added to Honora, "to get back to Quicksands for dinner." "Are you sure?" she asked anxiously. "I have people for dinner tonight." "Oh, lots of time," declared Mrs. Kame. "Trixy's car is some unheard-of horse-power. It's only twenty-five miles to the Faunces', and you'll be back at the ferry by half-past four."
"And Mrs. Kame?" said Mrs. Holt. "She's a widow, and has a place at Banbury. "I never heard of her," said Mrs. Holt, and Honora thanked her stars. "And Howard approves of these mixed lunches, my dear? When I was young, husbands and wives usually went to parties together." A panicky thought came to Honora, that Mrs. Holt might suddenly inquire as to the whereabouts of Mr. Brent's wife.
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?"
"May I have one of Howard's cigarettes?" she asked, and added, after this modest wish had been supplied, "that's just like them. They're willing to make use of anybody." "I meant," said Honora, "to have gone to your house this morning and to have explained how it happened." Another brief silence, broken by Lily Dallam. "Did you notice the skirt of that suit Abby Kame had on?", she asked.
This explanation, which seemed entirely plausible to Honora, appeared to afford great amusement to Brent, and even to Mrs. Kame. "When did you come to life?" demanded Brent. "Yesterday," said Mr. Grainger, quite as solemnly as before. Mrs. Kame glanced curiously at Honora, and laughed again. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Trixy," she said. "Why?" he asked innocently.
Kame added that she had only lately seen Elsie Shorter, whose admiration for Honora was greater than ever. A sentiment, Honora reflected a little bitterly, that Mrs. Shorter herself had not taken the pains to convey. Consistency was not Elsie's jewel. It must perhaps be added for the sake of enlightenment that since going to Newport Honora's view of the writer of this letter had changed.
Kame was of opinion that the sooner it was over with the better. All women were born to be disillusionized. Such was the key, at any rate, to the lady's conduct that evening at dinner, when she capped the anecdotes of Mr. Pembroke and Mrs. Rindge and even of Chiltern with others not less risque but more fastidiously and ingeniously suggestive. The reader may be spared their recital.
Kame for a partner, and the satisfaction and graciousness of that lady visibly grew as the score mounted: even the skill of Trixton Brent could not triumph over the hands which the two ladies held. In the intervals the talk wandered into regions unfamiliar to Honora, and she had a sense that her own horizon was being enlarged.
Kame had adaptably chosen the attitude, after a glance around her, that Honora preferred Highlawns to the world: a choice of which she let it be known that she approved, while deploring that a frivolous character put such a life out of the question for herself. She made her point without over-emphasis. On the other hand, Honora had read Mrs. Kame.
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.
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