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Five minutes after you left me they all started for your house, and Lula Chandos said it was the quickest cure of a headache she had ever seen." "Lily," Honora began again, with exemplary patience, "when people invite themselves to one's house, it's a little difficult to refuse them hospitality, isn't it?" "Invite themselves?" "Yes," replied Honora.
Molly ran forward as she saw it, and, "Papa, papa!" she cried, "I waited and waited for Barney, and he didn't come; and I couldn't bear for Lula not to have her Christmas present to-night, for I'd promised it to her to-night.
Good-by, my dear," she added, holding out her hand to Honora. "I hope you enjoy your ride." Mr. Trowbridge's phaeton was brought up, Brent helped Mrs. Chandos in, and stood for a moment gazing after her. Amusement was still in his eyes as he turned to Honora. "Poor Lula!" he said. "Most women could have done it better than that couldn't they?"
All of Lily's guests had the air of being at home, and at that moment a young gentleman named Charley Goodwin, who was six feet tall and weighed two hundred pounds, was loudly demanding cocktails. They were presently brought by a rather harassed-looking man-servant. "I can't get over how well you look in that gown, Lula," declared Mrs. Dallam, as they went out to dinner.
"You always were the soul of generosity, Trixy, but why the victoria?" "My dear Lula," he replied, "if there's any other carriage you prefer ?" Honora did not hear the answer, which at any rate was scarcely audible. She moved away, and her eyes continued to follow Vercingetorix as he trotted about the tan-bark after a groom. And presently she was aware that Trixton Brent was standing beside her.
No, why should I have been? Lula Chandos and May Barclay had seen you in the automobile in town, and I knew you were high and dry somewhere." "High and dry," she repeated. What?" "Nothing. They said I had run off with Mr. Brent, didn't they?" He laughed. "Yes, there was some joking to that effect." "You didn't take it seriously? "No why should I?" She was appalled by his lack of knowledge of her.
She was so dis'pointed, she by-'n'-by got sick homesick, and just after the first snow came, she she went 'way to heaven. And that's why my father won't have me go to the school. He say it killed Metalka. He say if she'd stayed home, she'd been happy Indian and lived long time. He say Indian got hurt; spoiled going off into white man's country." "How came he to let your sister go, Lula?"
Lula, Honora wants to know whether Trixy is interested in children." Mrs. Chandos, in the act of lighting a cigarette, smiled sweetly. "Apparently he is," she said. "It's time he were, if he's ever going to be," said Honora, just as sweetly. Everybody laughed but Mrs. Chandos, who began to betray an intense interest in some old lace in the corner of the room.
"Can't you come over to my box for lunch? I've asked Lula Chandos and Warry Trowbridge." It was not without appropriateness that Trixton Brent called his house the "Box." It was square, with no pretensions to architecture whatever, with a porch running all the way around it.
There, indeed, was Trixton Brent, staring at them from the end of the hall, and making no attempt to approach them. "I think I'll go into the dressing-room and leave my coat," said Honora, outwardly calm but inwardly desperate. Fortunately, Lula made no attempt to follow her. "You're a dream in that veil, my dear," Mrs. Chandos called after her.
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