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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."
"There's nothing to worry about," he assured her. "Nothing broken. It's only the igniting system that needs adjustment." Although this was so much Greek to Honora, she was reassured. Trixton Brent inspired confidence.
From self-indulgence to self-denial even though inspired by terror is a far cry. And Trixton Brent had evidently prepared his menu with a satanic purpose. "What! No entree, Lula? I had that sauce especially for you." "Oh, Trixy, did you really? How sweet of you!" And her liquid eyes regarded, with an almost equal affection, first the master and then the dish.
Holt was not wholly proof against the charms of Trixton Brent when he chose to exert himself; and for some reason he did so choose. As they stood in the starlight on the platform of the deserted little station while he went across to Whelen's livery stable to get a carriage, Mrs. Holt remarked to Honora: "Mr. Brent is a fascinating man, my dear."
"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 could sit down here now, if there were any place to sit, and calculate how much living in this house would be worth to me in Wall Street." Honora, who had been listening uneasily, knew that a shrewder or more disturbing argument could not have been used on her husband; and it came from Trixton Brent to Howard at least ex cathedra.
"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.
And to-night, in contrast to Trixton Brent, Sidney Dallam suggested the counter more than ever before. He was about five and forty, small, neatly made, with little hands and feet; fast growing bald, and what hair remained to him was a jet black. His suavity of manner and anxious desire to give one just the topic that pleased had always irritated Honora.
Holt," said Honora, breathlessly. "Howard, ring the bell." She led the way up the stairs to the guest-chamber with the rose paper and the little balcony. As she closed the door gusts of laughter reached them from the floor below, and she could plainly distinguish the voices of May Barclay and Trixton Brent. "I hope you'll be comfortable, Mrs. Holt," she said.
"Easily," said Trixton Brent. After lunch, while Mrs. Kame was telephoning to her maid and Mr. Grainger to Mrs. Faunce, Honora found herself alone with Trixton Brent in the automobile at a moment when the Quicksands party were taking a cab. Mrs. Chandos parsed long enough to wave her hand. "Bon voyage!" she cried. "What an ideal party! and the chauffeur doesn't understand English.
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