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Suddenly there is the sound of footsteps on the stairs, of girls gay tones and sweet laughter then the kitchen door flies open, and Trixy's well-remembered voice is animatedly exclaiming: "Ma! is tea ready? I am famished and so is Nell. What! the table set in the parlor in state. Goodness!" Edith rises, white as the dainty Marie-Stuart widow's cap she wears still and beautiful she stands.
You remember Angus Hammond, I suppose?" Trix says, blushing and hesitating; "he wrote us about it, and" a pause. "Go on; what else did he write?" "That there was trouble of some sort, a separation, I think that you had parted on your very wedding-day. Of course we couldn't believe that" "It is quite true," was the low reply. Trixy's eyes opened. "True! O Dithy! On your wedding-day!"
"Bless you, I don't mean Patrick, although I had a terrible time finding him. I mean the horse. Trixy Brent gave him to me before he went abroad." "Gave him to you!" Honora exclaimed. "Oh, he's always doing kind things like that, and he hadn't any use for him. My dear, I hope you don't think for an instant Trixy's in love with me! He's crazy about Lula Chandos.
Even Othello, if he had been crossing in a Cunard ship, would have put off the pillow performance until they reached the other side." One especial afternoon, Edith fell asleep after luncheon, on a sofa, in her own and Trixy's cabin, and slept through dinner and dessert, and only woke with the lighting of the lamps.
Then she opens the door and disappears. But the driving-party did not come off. The ruins of Eastlake Abbey were unvisited that day, at least. For while Edith and Trixy's somewhat unpleasant interview was taking place in one part of the house, an equally unpleasant, and much more mysterious, interview was taking place in another, and on the same subject.
They were to spend the next three weeks South, and then return for Trixy's wedding at Christmas. Christmas came; merry Christmas, sparkling with snow and sunshine, as Christmas ever should sparkle, and bringing that gallant ex-officer of Scotch Grays, Captain Angus Hammond captain no longer plain Mr.
I thought the very sky was green over Ireland." For the last two days Trixy's bitter trials had ended her sea-sickness a dismal dream of the past. She was able, in ravishing toilet, to appear at the dinner-table, to pace the deck on the arm of Sir Victor. As one having the right, she calmly resumed her sway where she had left it off.
"If you start right after lunch, I'll take you out. We'll have plenty of time," he added to Honora, "to get back to Quicksands for dinner." "Are you sure?" she asked anxiously. "I have people for dinner tonight." "Oh, lots of time," declared Mrs. Kame. "Trixy's car is some unheard-of horse-power. It's only twenty-five miles to the Faunces', and you'll be back at the ferry by half-past four."
Two weeks later, as June's golden days were drawing to a close, five of Lady Helena's guests departed from Powyss Place. One remained behind. The Stuart family, with the devoted Captain Hammond in Trixy's train, went up to London; Miss Edith Darrell stayed behind.
Chandos' cigarette mingled with the haze that hung between the ceiling and the floor, and that lady was in the act of saying cheerfully to Howard, who sat opposite, "Trixy's run off with her." Suddenly the chill of silence pervaded the room. Lula Chandos, whose back was turned to the door, looked from Mrs. Barclay to Howard, who, with the other men had risen to his feet.
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