Modern Chronicle, a — Volume 04 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 84 pages of information about Modern Chronicle, a — Volume 04.

Modern Chronicle, a — Volume 04 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 84 pages of information about Modern Chronicle, a — Volume 04.

“What a fool Trixy was, with all his experience, to get mixed up with that Chandos woman,” that lady remarked as they passed through the hallway.  “She’s like molasses—­one can never get her off.  Lucky thing he found Cecil and me here.  There’s your persistent friend, Trixy,” she added, when they were seated.  “Really, this is pathetic, when an invitation to lunch and a drive in your car would have made her so happy.”

Honora looked around and beheld, indeed, Mrs. Chandos and two other Quicksands women, Mrs. Randall and Mrs. Barclay, at a table in the corner of the room.

“Where’s Bessie to-day, Cecil—­or do you know?” demanded Mrs. Kame, after an amused glance at Brent, who had not deigned to answer her.  “I promised to go to Newport with her at the end of the week, but I haven’t been able to find her.”

“Cecil doesn’t know,” said Trixton Brent.  “The police have been looking for him for a fortnight.  Where the deuce have you been, Cecil?”

“To the Adirondacks,” replied Mr Grainger, gravely.

This explanation, which seemed entirely plausible to Honora, appeared to afford great amusement to Brent, and even to Mrs. Kame.

“When did you come to life?” demanded Brent.

“Yesterday,” said Mr. Grainger, quite as solemnly as before.

Mrs. Kame glanced curiously at Honora, and laughed again.

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Trixy,” she said.

“Why?” he asked innocently.  “There’s nothing wrong in going to the Adirondacks—­is there, Cecil?”

“No,” said Mr. Grainger, blinking rapidly.

“The Adirondacks,” declared Mrs. Kame, “have now become classic.”

“By the way,” observed Mr. Grainger, “I believe Bessie’s in town to-day at a charity pow-wow, reading a paper.  I’ve half a mind to go over and listen to it.  The white dove of peace—­and all that kind of thing.”

“You’d go to sleep and spoil it all,” said Brent.

“But you can’t, Cecil!” cried Mrs. Kame.  “Don’t you remember we’re going to Westchester to the Faunces’ to spend the night and play bridge?  And we promised to arrive early.”

“That’s so, by George,” said Mr. Grainger, and he drank the rest of his whiskey-and-soda.

“I’ll tell you what I’ll do, if Mrs. Spence is willing,” suggested Brent.  “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.”

“Easily,” said Trixton Brent.

CHAPTER X

ON THE ART OF LION TAMING

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.

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