“Some things are priceless,” she replied; “you do not seem to realize that.”
“Not this rubbish,” said Howard. “Judging by the fuss she made over the inventory, you'd think it might be worth something.”
“She has trusted us with it,” said Honora. Her voice shook.
He stared at her.
“I never saw you look like that,” he declared.
“It's because you never look at me closely,” she answered.
He laughed, and resumed his reading. She stood awhile by the railing. Across the way, beyond the wall, she heard Mr. Chamberlin's shrill voice berating a gardener.
“Howard,” she asked presently, “why do you come to Newport at all?”
“Why do I come to Newport?” he repeated. “I don't understand you.”
“Why do you come up here every week?”