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"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.
Kame had proposed herself again the word "delicately" must be used for one of Honora's first house-parties. Only an acute perception could have read in the lady's praise of Hugh a masterly avoidance of that part of his career already registered on the social slate. Mrs.
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.
At half-past four she heard the carriage on the far driveway, going to the station, and she went down and walked across the lawn to the pond, and around it; anything to keep moving. She hurried back to the house just in time to reach the hall as the omnibus backed up. And the first person she saw descend, after Hugh, was Mrs. Kame. "Here we are, Honora," she cried.
Pembroke were standing at the foot of the stairs, gazing upward. And Honora, following their glances, beheld the two ladies, in the negligee referred to above, with their elbows on the railing of the upper hall and their faces between their hands, engaged in a lively exchange of compliments with the gentlemen. Mrs. Kame looked sleepy. "Such a night!" she said, suppressing a yawn.
At half-past four she heard the carriage on the far driveway, going to the station, and she went down and walked across the lawn to the pond, and around it; anything to keep moving. She hurried back to the house just in time to reach the hall as the omnibus backed up. And the first person she saw descend, after Hugh, was Mrs. Kame. "Here we are, Honora," she cried.
Social free lances, undoubtedly, and unattached men; those who lived in the world of fashion but were not squeamish Mrs. Kame, for example; and ladies like Mrs.
"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.
Cuthbert and Trixton Brent; in Mrs. Kame; in Mrs. Holt, who proclaimed her a tower of strength in charities; and lastly in Mr. Grainger himself, who, although he did not spend much time in his wife's company, had for her an admiration that amounted to awe.
Hugh, pausing in his badinage with Mrs. Rindge, looked at her. "Cheer up, Honora," he said. "I'm afraid this first house-party is too much for her," said Mrs. Kame. Honora made some protest that seemed to satisfy them, tried to rally herself, and succeeded sufficiently to pass muster.
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