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Kame had thought about them and their wonderful happiness in these autumn days at Grenoble; to intrude on that happiness yet awhile would be a sacrilege. Later, perhaps, they would relent and see something of their friends, and throw open again the gates of a beautiful place long closed to the world. And without the air of having picked the single instance, but of having chosen from many Mrs.
Kame herself. Mercifully Hugh had not noticed it. Honora did not recognize the handwriting, but she slipped the envelope into her lap, fearful of what it might contain, and, when she gained the privacy of her rooms, read it with quickening breath. Mrs.
"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."
"Tell me all about it," she said, thus revealing her suspicions that there was something to tell. "I was just going to," said Honora, hastily, thinking of Trixton Brent waiting in the ladies' parlour. "I took lunch at Delmomico's with Mr. Grainger, and Mr. Brent, and Mrs. Kame " "Cecil Grainger?" demanded Mrs. Holt. Honora trembled. "Yes," she said.
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.
"You'd go to sleep and spoil it all," said Brent. "But you can't, Cecil!" cried Mrs. Kame. "Don't you remember we're going to Westchester to the Faunces' to spend the night and play bridge? And we promised to arrive early." "That's so, by George," said Mr. Grainger, and he drank the rest of his whiskey-and-soda. "I'll tell you what I'll do, if Mrs. Spence is willing," suggested Brent.
"Easily," said Trixton Brent. After lunch, while Mrs. Kame was telephoning to her maid and Mr. Grainger to Mrs. Faunce, Honora found herself alone with Trixton Brent in the automobile at a moment when the Quicksands party were taking a cab. Mrs. Chandos parsed long enough to wave her hand. "Bon voyage!" she cried. "What an ideal party! and the chauffeur doesn't understand English.
"Yes, with poor little innocent Dicky Farnham, who's probably still congratulating himself, like a canary bird that's got out of a cage. Somehow Dicky's always reminded me of a canary; perhaps it's his name. Isn't it odd that she should be in love with him?" "I think," replied Honora, slowly, "that it's a tragedy." "It is a tragedy," Mrs. Kame hastily agreed.
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.
When dinner was ended, a renewal of the bridge game was proposed, for it had transpired at the dinner-table that Mrs. Rindge and Hugh had been partners all day, as a result of which there was a considerable balance in their favour. This balance Mr. Pembroke was palpably anxious to wipe out, or at least to reduce. But Mrs. Kame insisted that Honora should cut in, and the others supported her.
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