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Updated: June 10, 2025
Then her frozen anguish melted suddenly and completely. For Honor Desmond, instead of releasing her, clasped her close, kissing her, with passionate tenderness, on cheeks and brows, like wet marble: and in the midst of her bewildered misery Quita realised dimly what it might mean to possess a mother. "Theo and I know about it all," Honor explained at length; and Quita nodded.
Such emotional reticence squared with her idea of the man. She would not have had him otherwise. They were sure of one another; and in both natures passion was proud and fastidious. It could thrive without much lip-service. The undefined aloofness that troubled Quita was spiritual, rather than physical.
But, in the meanwhile, our concern is with a minor Maharajah, and his passion for musical boxes. At the Resident's approach, the laughter and whispering ceased; and the four boys endured with impassive politeness the mysterious rite of introduction. The tinkling album gave Quita her cue.
Then there came from the shadowy circle of listeners no clatter of hands and voices, but a low disjoined murmur; the very attar of applause. But by that time Quita was making her way blindly through the outskirts of the crowd into the blessed region of darkness and stars.
But Lenox was not in a mood to talk about his wife; and Richardson got no word in private with him throughout the evening. Frank Olliver left early; and as Desmond half-lifted his wife from the sofa, Quita came up and said good-night also.
Later in the evening there were light sports on the Cavalry parade-ground, which Meredith, Desmond, and Olliver were bound to attend; Wyndham and half a dozen others remaining behind. Courtenay, on his way to the door, remarked to Lenox that a short outing would do him no harm; and Quita, who chanced to be standing at his elbow, pressed lightly against him. "Drive me down, dear," she said softly.
But a twisted truth is more formidable than a lie; and intuition warned Quita that Lenox was in no mood to appreciate the fine shades of distinction between the literal facts and Max Richardson's free translation of the same. His frankly masculine comments fired her cheeks; and at the sight Lenox could restrain himself no longer. "By Heaven! You care for that fellow still!" he broke out hotly.
At this uncalled bolt from the blue, the sensitive animal, who had never in all his days been chastised by a polo stick for doing his simple duty, lost his head outright. His first bound snapped the curb chain; and taking the bit between his teeth he bolted across the green as if all the fiends in hell were after him. In vain Quita sat back, and put her whole light weight into her arms.
Before leaving the bungalow, she won through the dreaded last injunctions and kisses without ignominious collapse, since Lenox was to ride out for a few miles beside the doolie; and they parted finally with brave words, and a prolonged hand-clasp that left her fingers tingling for a good five minutes afterwards. Quita never forgot that journey.
The man or woman who has passed that way will never ask the soul's most withering question: To what end was I born? 'The rest may reason and welcome. They are of the few who know. Lenox and Quita swept headlong, as it were, to the crest of a wave, dropped presently back to earth.
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