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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.
"They say that Cecil Grainger never leaves her side. I knew her when she first married John Kame, the dearest, simplest man that ever was. He was twenty years older than Abby, and made his money in leather. She took the first steamer after his funeral and an apartment in a Roman palace for the winter. As soon as she decently could she made for England.
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.
During her conversation with Mrs. Kame she had more than once suspected, in spite of her efforts, that the lady had read her state of mind. For Mrs. Kame's omissions were eloquent to the discerning: Chiltern's relatives had been mentioned with a casualness intended to imply that no breach existed, and the fiction that Honora could at any moment take up her former life delicately sustained. Mrs.
Kame across the garden and through the gate in the wall. It was a perfect evening of early June, the great lawn a vivid green in the slanting light. All day the cheerful music of the horse-mowers had been heard, and the air was fragrant with the odour of grass freshly cut.
"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.
"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.
Kame expressed a desire to walk about a little, a proposal received with disfavour by all but Honora, who as hostess responded. "I feel perfectly delightful," declared Mrs. Rindge. "What's the use of moving about?" And she sank back in the cushions of her chair. This observation was greeted with unrestrained merriment by Mr. Pembroke and Hugh. Honora, sick at heart, led Mrs.
"It was only," continued Honora, in desperation, "it was only to leave Mr. Grainger and Mrs. Kame there to spend the night. They all said we had plenty of time to go and get back to Quicksands by six o'clock. But coming back the automobile broke down " "Of course," said Mrs. Holt, "it serves any one right for trusting to them. I think they are an invention of the devil."
"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.
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