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And the atmosphere in which you live is not likely to correct those tendencies. If you will take my advice, you will not see too much of Mr. Trixton Brent when your husband is not present." Indeed, as to the probable effect of this incident on the relations between Mr. Brent and herself Honora was wholly in the dark.
You know that. And I wouldn't spend another day at Silverdale if they gave me a deed to the property," he declared. On the train, when Howard had returned from the smoking car and they were about to disembark at Long Island City, they encountered Mr. Trixton Brent. "Whither away?" he cried in apparent astonishment. "Up at dawn, and the eight o'clock train!"
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?"
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."
You make the mistake of thinking that because you have no ideals, other people haven't. I hope Howard hasn't said he'd take the house. He's gone off somewhere, and I haven't been able to see him." Trixton Brent looked at her queerly. "After that last manoeuvre of yours," he said, "it was all I could do to prevent him from rushing over to Jerry Shorter's and signing the lease." She did not reply.
"My dear Honora," replied Trixton Brent, gravely, "we wanted your husband for his abilities and the valuable services he can render us." She stood looking into his eyes, striving to penetrate to the soul behind, ignorant or heedless that others before her had tried and failed. He met her gaze unflinchingly, and smiled. "I want the truth," she craved. "I never lie to a woman," he 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.
"Tell me all about it," she said, thus revealing her suspicions that there was something to tell. "I was just going to," said Honora, hastily, thinking of Trixton Brent waiting in the ladies' parlour. "I took lunch at Delmomico's with Mr. Grainger, and Mr. Brent, and Mrs. Kame " "Cecil Grainger?" demanded Mrs. Holt. Honora trembled. "Yes," she said.
Honora, as she descended, caught a glimpse of the parlour maid picking up the scattered cards on the drawing-room floor. There were voices on the porch, where Howard was saying good-by to Mrs. Chandos and Trixton Brent. She joined them. "Oh, my dear!" cried Mrs. Chandos, interrupting Honora's apologies, "I'm sure I shan't sleep a wink she gave me such a fright.
"You always were the soul of generosity, Trixy, but why the victoria?" "My dear Lula," he replied, "if there's any other carriage you prefer ?" Honora did not hear the answer, which at any rate was scarcely audible. She moved away, and her eyes continued to follow Vercingetorix as he trotted about the tan-bark after a groom. And presently she was aware that Trixton Brent was standing beside her.
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