“Yes,” she said.
“I knew his father and mother intimately,” said Mrs. Holt, unexpectedly. “And his wife is a friend of mine. She's one of the most executive women we have in the 'Working Girls' Association,' and she read a paper today that was masterful. You know her, of course.”
“No,” said Honora, “I haven't met her yet.”
“Then how did you happen to be lunching with her husband?
“I wasn't lunching with him, Mrs. Holt,” said Honora; “Mr. Brent was giving the lunch.”
“Who's Mr. Brent?” demanded Mrs. Holt. “One of those Quicksands people?”
“He's not exactly a Quicksands person. I scarcely know how to describe him. He's very rich, and goes abroad a great deal, and plays polo. That's the reason he has a little place at Quicksands. He's been awfully kind both to Howard and me,” she added with inspiration.
“And Mrs. Kame?” said Mrs. Holt.
“She's a widow, and has a place at Banbury.
“I never heard of her,” said Mrs. Holt, and Honora thanked her stars.