“Well,” she said slowly, “I really oughtn't to talk about it. I—I haven't said anything to Howard yet, and he may not like it. I ran across it by the merest accident.”
“What will you give me,” he said, “if I can induce Howard to like it?”
“My eternal friendship,” she laughed.
“That's not enough,” said Trixton Brent.
CHAPTER IX. INTRODUCING A REVOLUTIONIZING VEHICLE
“Howard,” said Honora that evening, “I've been going through houses to-day.”
“Houses!” he exclaimed, looking up from his newspaper.
“And I've been most fortunate,” she continued. “I found one that Mrs. Farnham built—she is now Mrs. Rindge. It is just finished, and so attractive. If I'd looked until doomsday I couldn't have done any better.”
“But great Scott!” he ejaculated, “what put the notion of a town house into your head?”