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She walked home in a pleasantly contemplative state of mind through a field of daisies, and had just arrived at the hedge in front of the Brackens when the sound of hoofs behind her caused her to turn. Mr. Trixton Brent, very firmly astride of a restive, flea-bitten polo pony, surveyed her amusedly. "Where have you been?" said he. "To church," replied Honora, demurely.
Kame, after an amused glance at Brent, who had not deigned to answer her. "I promised to go to Newport with her at the end of the week, but I haven't been able to find her." "Cecil doesn't know," said Trixton Brent. "The police have been looking for him for a fortnight. Where the deuce have you been, Cecil?" "To the Adirondacks," replied Mr Grainger, gravely.
"I know what you mean, Brent," he replied, "and there may be something to the argument. It gives an idea of conservativeness and prosperity." "You've made a bull's-eye," said Trixton Brent, succinctly. "But but I'm not ready to begin on this scale," objected Howard.
"What will you give me," he said, "if I can induce Howard to like it?" "My eternal friendship," she laughed. "That's not enough," said Trixton Brent. "Howard," said Honora that evening, "I've been going through houses to-day." "Houses!" he exclaimed, looking up from his newspaper. "And I've been most fortunate," she continued. "I found one that Mrs. Farnham built she is now Mrs. Rindge.
It was not often, indeed, that Trixton Brent was taken off his guard; but some allowance must be made for him, since he was facing a situation unparalleled in his previous experience. Virtue had not often been so triumphant, and never so dramatic as to produce at the critical instant so emblematic a defender as this matronly lady in dove colour.
Late one afternoon in August Honora was riding homeward along the ocean road. The fragrant marshes that bordered it were a vivid green under the slanting rays of the sun, and she was gazing across them at the breakers crashing on the beach beyond. Trixton Brent was beside her. "I wish you wouldn't stare at me so," she said, turning to him suddenly; "it is embarrassing."
"What's the matter?" she said in a frightened tone. And, following the eyes of the others, turned her head slowly towards the doorway. Mrs. Holt, who filled it, had been literally incapable of speech. Close behind her stood Honora and Trixton whose face was inscrutable. "Howard," said Honora, summoning all the courage that remained in her, "here's Mrs. Holt.
And it would have paralyzed forever any ordinary woman to have married Howard Spence." A new method of wooing, surely, and evidently peculiar to Trixton Brent. Honora, in the prey of emotions which he had aroused in spite of her, needless to say did not, at that moment, perceive the humour in it. His words gave her food for thought for many months afterwards.
Her exasperation was somewhat increased by the expression on Trixton Brent's face, which plainly declared that he deemed her last remarks to be the quintessence of tactics; and he obstinately refused, as they went down the stairs to the street, to regard the matter as closed. "I'll take him down town in the Elevated," he said, as he put her into the carriage. "The first round's a draw."
You're fat and healthy and making money faster than you can gather it in." Howard coughed, and laughed a little, uncomfortably. Trixton Brent was not a man to offend. "Honora has got that delusion, too," he replied.
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