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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?"
"Bless you, I don't mean Patrick, although I had a terrible time finding him. I mean the horse. Trixy Brent gave him to me before he went abroad." "Gave him to you!" Honora exclaimed. "Oh, he's always doing kind things like that, and he hadn't any use for him. My dear, I hope you don't think for an instant Trixy's in love with me! He's crazy about Lula Chandos.
And so, with hearty chorus, "Three times around went she," "Virginia, Virginia, the Land of the Free," "No surrender," "Lula, Lula, Lula is gone," "John Brown's Body," with many variations, "Dixie," "The Bonny Blue Flag," "Farewell to the Star-Spangled Banner," "Hail Columbia," with immense variations, and "Maryland, My Maryland," till about the third year of the war, when we began to think Maryland had "breathed and burned" long enough, and ought to "come."
Brent threw back his head and laughed. "You haven't got it anyway, Warry," he cried. Mr. Trowbridge, who resembled a lean and greying Irish terrier, maintained that he had. "It's a pity you don't ride, Lula. I understand that that's one of the best preventives for gout. I bought a horse last week that would just suit you an ideal woman's horse. He's taken a couple of blue ribbons this summer."
A table in the corner, where Lula Chandos had insisted on playing bridge, was covered with scattered cards and some bills, a decanter of whiskey, two soda bottles, and two glasses. The blue curling smoke from Mrs.
"They will have to leave this evening in order to make it," Doctor Churchill announced. "This letter has barely allowed time a little characteristic of Cousin Lula which I remember of old. She has an idea that time and tide if they wait for no man can sometimes be prevailed upon to change their schedule on account of a woman." Upon hearing the news Lucy burst into tears.
"I'll take a little," she said weakly; "it's so bad for my gout." "What," asked Trixton Brent, flashing an amused glance at Honora, "are the symptoms of gout, Lula? I hear a great deal about that trouble these days, but it seems to affect every one differently." Mrs. Chandos grew very red, but Warry Trowbridge saved her. "It's a swelling," he said innocently.
Trixy Brent has given Lula Chandos his box at the Horse Show, and Lula would never, never forgive me if I backed out." Although she lived in an apartment in a most attractive one, to be sure there could be no doubt about it that Lily Dallam was fashionable. She had a way with her, and her costumes were marvellous.
Dallam went so far as to affirm, "if Lula Chandos and Clara Trowbridge and others hadn't been there and seen it too; I shouldn't have believed it." Honora was finding penitence a little difficult. But her heart was kind. "Do sit down, Lily," she begged. "If I've offended you in any way, I'm exceedingly sorry I am, really.
"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.
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