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Suddenly she halted. "Drop anything, Miss?" inquired the porter. "No," answered Honora, faintly. He looked at her in concern, and she began to walk on again, more slowly. It had suddenly come over her that the man she was going to meet she scarcely knew! Shyness seized her, a shyness that bordered on panic. And what was he really like, that she should put her whole trust in him?
"Ay, indeed," he admitted. "Much as I hate England, what is it to my love for her victim? Love is more than hate. One destroys, the other builds." Ledwith, quite exhausted by emotion, became silent. The maid entered with a letter, which Honora opened, read silently, and handed to her father without comment. His face flushed with pleasure.
Let me repeat that it is my anxious prayer that you have not builded upon sand, that regrets may not come. I cannot say more. I cannot dissemble. Perhaps I have already said too much. "Your loving An autumn wind was blowing, and Honora gazed out of the window at the steel-blue, ruffled waters of the lake. Unconsciously she repeated the words to herself: "Builded upon sand!"
Honora put down the letter, and sat staring at the cheque in her hand. Nine thousand dollars and her own! Her first impulse was to send it back to her uncle. But that would be, she knew, to hurt his feelings he had taken such a pride in handing her this inheritance. She read the letter again, and resolved that she would not ask Howard to invest the money.
I I've been watching her since she came here, and I'm sure she's reckless with with a purpose." "You're morbid," he said. "She's one of the best sportswomen in the country that's the reason she wanted to ride the horse. Look here, Honora, I'd accede to any reasonable request. But what do you expect me to do?" he demanded; "go down and say I'm afraid to ride him? or that my wife doesn't want me to?
A new automobile, in Chiltern's colours, with his crest on the panel, was panting beside the curb. "I meant to have had it this morning," he apologized as he handed her in, "but it wasn't ready in time." Honora heard him, and said something in reply. She tried in vain to rouse herself from the lethargy into which she had fallen, to cast off the spell.
Sidney Dallam had worn to a polo match had been faithfully described in the public prints, or the dinners which she had given at the Quicksands Club. One of these dinners, Honora learned, had been given in honour of Mr. Trixton Brent. "You ought to know Trixy, Honora," Mrs. Dallam declared; "he'd be crazy about you." Time passed, however, and 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.
"Lily never keeps an engagement," he said. "That's no reason why I shouldn't," Honora answered. "I'm beginning to think you're deuced clever," said he. "How unfortunate for me!" she exclaimed. He laughed, although it was plain that he was obviously put out. Honora was still smiling. "Deuced clever," he repeated.
The ancient family of which this hotel had once been the home would scarce have recognized, if they had returned the part of it Honora occupied. The room in which she mostly lived was above the corner of the quiet street, and might have been more aptly called a sitting-room than a salon. Its panels were the most delicate of blue-gray, fantastically designed and outlined by ribbings of blue.
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