Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,366 pages of information about Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill.

Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,366 pages of information about Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill.

It was some time before her husband responded to the call; and then he explained that if Honora didn’t object, he was going to a man’s dinner in a private room.  The statement was not unusual.

“But, Howard,” she said, I—­I wanted you particularly to-night.”

“I thought you were going to dine with Lily Dallam.  She told me you were.  Are you alone?”

“Mr. Brent is here.  He brought over some Banbury people to play bridge.  They’ve gone.”

“Oh, Brent will amuse you,” he replied.  “I didn’t know you were going to be home, and I’ve promised these men.  I’ll come back early.”

She hung up the receiver thoughtfully, paused a moment, and went back to the drawing-room.  Brent looked up.

“Well,” he said, “was I right?”

“You seem always to be right,” Honora, sighed.

After dinner they sat in the screened part of the porch which Mrs. Fern had arranged very cleverly as an outside room.  Brent had put a rug over Honora’s knees, for the ocean breath that stirred the leaves was cold.  Across the darkness fragments of dance music drifted fitfully from the Club, and died away; and at intervals, when the embers of his cigar flared up, she caught sight of her companion’s face.

She found him difficult to understand.  There are certain rules of thumb in every art, no doubt,—­even in that most perilous one of lion-taming.  But here was a baffling, individual lion.  She liked him best, she told herself, when he purred platonically, but she could by no means be sure that his subjection was complete.  Sometimes he had scratched her in his play.  And however natural it is to desire a lion for one’s friend, to be eaten is both uncomfortable and inglorious.

“That’s, a remarkable husband of yours,” he said at length.

“I shouldn’t have said that you were a particularly good judge of husbands,” she retorted, after a moment of surprise.

He acknowledged with a laugh the justice of this observation.

“I stand corrected.  He is by no means a remarkable husband.  Permit me to say he is a remarkable man.”

“What makes you think so?” asked Honora, considerably disturbed.

“Because he induced you to marry him, for one thing,” said Brent.  “Of course he got you before you knew what you were worth, but we must give him credit for discovery and foresight.”

“Perhaps,” Honora could not resist replying, “perhaps he didn’t know what he was getting.”

“That’s probably true,” Brent assented, “or he’d be sitting here now, where I am, instead of playing poker.  Although there is something in matrimony that takes the bloom off the peach.”

“I think that’s a horrid, cynical remark,” said Honora.

“Well,” he said, “we speak according to our experiences—­that is, if we’re not inclined to be hypocritical.  Most women are.”

Honora was silent.  He had thrown away his cigar, and she could no longer see his face.  She wondered whither he was leading.

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