"He's everything," added Honora, "that is to be expected in a husband."
"Which isn't much, in these days," declared Mr. Brent.
"On the contrary," said Honora.
"What I should like to know is why you came to Quicksands," said Mr.
Brent.
"For a little excitement," she replied. "So far, I have not been disappointed. But why do you ask that question?" she demanded, with a slight uneasiness. "Why did you come here?"
"Oh," he said, "you must remember that I'm—Lucifer, a citizen of the world, at home anywhere, a sort of 'freebooter. I'm not here all the time—but that's no reflection on Quicksands. May I make a bet with you, Mrs. Spence?"
"What about?"
"That you won't stay in Quicksands more than six months," he answered.
"Why do you say that?" she asked curiously.
He shook his head.