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Trixton Brent, with his hands in his pockets, stood facing her under the electric light on the porch. "Well?" he said. "Well," repeated Honora. "Nice people," said Mr. Brent. Honora bridled. "You invited them here," she said. "I must say I think it, was rather presumptuous. And you've got me into no end of trouble with Lily Dallam." He laughed as he held open the screen door for her.
The head waiter planted them conspicuously in the centre of the room; one of the strangest parties, from the point of view of a connoisseur of New York, that ever sat down together. Mrs. Holt with her curls, and her glasses laid flat on the bosom of her dove-coloured dress; Honora in a costume dedicated to the very latest of the sports, and Trixton Brent in English tweeds.
The uneasiness, the vague fear of the future, wore away, and she slept peacefully. In the morning, however; she found on her breakfast tray a note from Trixton Brent. Her first feeling after reading it was one of relief that he had not mentioned the house. He had written from a New York club, asking her to lunch with him at Delmonico's that day and drive home in the motor.
"Not things, not not toys," Trixton Brent's expression involuntarily coming to her lips. "Oh, can't you see I'm not that kind of a woman? I don't want to be bought. I want you, whatever you are, if you are. I want to be saved. Take care of me see a little more of me be a little interested in what I think. God gave me a mind, and other men have discovered it.
Trixton Brent, with his hands in his pockets, stood facing her under the electric light on the porch. "Well?" he said. "Well," repeated Honora. "Nice people," said Mr. Brent. Honora bridled. "You invited them here," she said. "I must say I think it, was rather presumptuous. And you've got me into no end of trouble with Lily Dallam." He laughed as he held open the screen door for her.
"Do you play?" exclaimed Mrs. Kame, in a voice of mixed incredulity and hope. "Play!" cried Mr. Brent, "she can teach Jerry Shorter or the Duchess of Taunton." "The Duchess cheats," announced Cecil Grainger. "I caught her at it at Cannes " "Indeed, I don't play very well," Honora interrupted him, "and besides " "Suppose we go over to Mrs. Spence's house," Trixton Brent suggested.
I scarcely see anything at all of you." Howard roused himself. "Where are we now?" he asked. "Oh," cried Honora, "we haven't passed Hydeville. Howard, who is Trixton Brent?" "What about him?" demanded her husband. "Nothing except that he is one of Lily's friends, and she said she knew I should like him. I wish you would be more interested in people. Who is he?"
"We are notoriously fond of brimstone, if it is not too strong. A suspicion of it." Her colour was high, and she was surprised at her own vivacity. It seemed strange that she should be holding her own in this manner with the renowned Trixton Brent. No wonder, after four years of Rivington, that she tingled with an unwonted excitement. At this point Mr.
A new vista, at least, had been cut: possibilities became probabilities. Even when Mrs. Kame chose to ridicule Quicksands Honora was silent, so keenly did she feel the justice of her guest's remarks; and the implication was that Honora did not belong there. When train time arrived and they were about to climb into Trixton Brent's omnibus for which he had obligingly telephoned Mrs.
"See here, old man," said Trixton Brent, "I'm not a real estate dealer or an architect, but if I were in your place I'd take that carriage and hustle over to Jerry Shorter's as fast as I could and sign the lease." Howard looked at him in some surprise, as one who had learned that Trixton Brent's opinions were usually worth listening to. Characteristically, he did not like to display his ignorance.
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