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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.
Rindge on a flying horse coming towards them up the driveway. Her black straw hat had slipped to the back of her neck, her hair was awry, her childish face white as paper. Honora put her hand to her heart. There was no need to tell her the news she had known these many hours. Mrs.
"I I think I'll go back to the house," said Honora to Pembroke. "It's rather hot here in the sun." "I'm not very keen about sunshine, either," he declared. At lunch she was unable to talk; to sustain, at least, a conversation. That word oblivion, which Mrs. Rindge had so aptly applied to the horse, was constantly on her lips, and it would not have surprised her if she had spoken it.
At this juncture in her narrative Mrs. Rindge shrieked with laughter, in which she was joined by Mrs. Kame and Hugh; and she pointed a forefinger across the table at Mr. Pembroke, who went on solemnly eating his dinner. "Georgie gave him ten cents with which to buy the magazine," she added a little hysterically.
Said he'd been here himself to see how you were fixed, and hadn't found you in. Uncommonly well fixed, I should say," he added, glancing around the room with undisguised approval. "Why the deuce did she furnish it, since she's gone to Paris to live with Rindge?" "I suppose you mean Mrs. Rindge," said Honora. "She didn't furnish it." Mr.
"I I think I'll go back to the house," said Honora to Pembroke. "It's rather hot here in the sun." "I'm not very keen about sunshine, either," he declared. At lunch she was unable to talk; to sustain, at least, a conversation. That word oblivion, which Mrs. Rindge had so aptly applied to the horse, was constantly on her lips, and it would not have surprised her if she had spoken it.
They say Dicky was half dead with fright, and wanted to put in anywhere. Chiltern sent him below and kept right on. He has a devil in him, I believe. By the way, that's Dicky Farnham's ex-wife he's talking to Adele. She keeps her good looks, doesn't she? What's happened to Rindge?" "Left him on the other side, I hear," said Carrington. "Perhaps she'll take Chiltern next.
"You knocked him into a cocked hat," said Hugh. "And if you'd been in that kimono, you could have done it even easier." "Georgie broke the whole whiskey service, or whatever it is," Mrs. Rindge went on, addressing Honora again. "He fell into it." "He's all right this morning," observed Mrs. Kame, critically. "I think I'll take to swallowing swords and glass and things in public.
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.
Said he'd been here himself to see how you were fixed, and hadn't found you in. Uncommonly well fixed, I should say," he added, glancing around the room with undisguised approval. "Why the deuce did she furnish it, since she's gone to Paris to live with Rindge?" "I suppose you mean Mrs. Rindge," said Honora. "She didn't furnish it." Mr.
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