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It's because of your deteriorating influence, I suppose. And yet I trust you, in spite of my instincts and my eyes. I'm seriously put out with you." "Why?" "I'll tell you later, if you're at a loss," she said, as Mrs. Kame and Mr. Grainger appeared. Eight years have elapsed since that day and this writing an aeon in this rapidly moving Republic of ours.
"There's nothing wrong in going to the Adirondacks is there, Cecil?" "No," said Mr. Grainger, blinking rapidly. "The Adirondacks," declared Mrs. Kame, "have now become classic." "By the way," observed Mr. Grainger, "I believe Bessie's in town to-day at a charity pow-wow, reading a paper. I've half a mind to go over and listen to it. The white dove of peace and all that kind of thing."
"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."
Grainger and I are going to lunch with you." "How nice!" said Honora, with such a distinct emphasis of relief that Mrs. Kame looked at her queerly. "What a fool Trixy was, with all his experience, to get mixed up with that Chandos woman," that lady remarked as they passed through the hallway. "She's like molasses one can never get her off. Lucky thing he found Cecil and me here.
"I'm sure she'd like to have us wouldn't you, Mrs. Spence?" "What a brilliant idea, Trixy!" exclaimed Mrs. Kame. "I should be delighted," said Honora, somewhat weakly. An impulse made her glance toward the veranda, and for a fraction of a second she caught the eye of Lily Dallam, who turned again to Mrs. Chandos. "I say," said Mr. Cuthbert, "I don't play but I hope I may come along."
Brent sat silently watching her, for she had raised her veil in saying good-by to Mrs. Kame, and as the chauffeur was proceeding slowly had not lowered it. Suddenly she turned and looked him full in the face. "What kind of woman do you think I am?" she demanded. "That's rather a big order, isn't it?" he said. "I'm perfectly serious," continued Honora, slowly. "I'd really like to know."
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.
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.
You were so sweet and so unspoiled. I might have known that it couldn't last. And now, because Abby Kame and Cecil Grainger and " "Lily, please don't say such things!" Honora implored, revolted. "Of course you won't be satisfied now with anything less than Banbury or Newport.
Brent sat silently watching her, for she had raised her veil in saying good-by to Mrs. Kame, and as the chauffeur was proceeding slowly had not lowered it. Suddenly she turned and looked him full in the face. "What kind of woman do you think I am?" she demanded. "That's rather a big order, isn't it?" he said. "I'm perfectly serious," continued Honora, slowly. "I'd really like to know."
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