“Are you going to be in town this winter?” Mr. Grainger inquired.
“I,—I suppose so—replied Honora, for the moment taken aback, although I haven't decided just where.”
“I shall look forward to seeing you,” he said.
This hope was expressed even more fervently by Mr. Cuthbert and Mr. Wing, and the whole party waved her a cordial good-by as the carriage turned the circle. Trixton Brent, with his hands in his pockets, stood facing her under the electric light on the porch.
“Well?” he said.
“Well,” repeated Honora.
“Nice people,” said Mr. Brent.
Honora bridled.
“You invited them here,” she said. “I must say I think it, was rather—presumptuous. And you've got me into no end of trouble with Lily Dallam.”
He laughed as he held open the screen door for her.