“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.