"Good night," he added, "and remember my bet."
What could he have meant when he had declared that she would not remain in Quicksands?
CHAPTER VI
GAD AND MENI
There was an orthodox place of worship at Quicksands, a temple not merely opened up for an hour or so on Sunday mornings to be shut tight during the remainder of the week although it was thronged with devotees on the Sabbath. This temple, of course, was the Quicksands Club. Howard Spence was quite orthodox; and, like some of our Puritan forefathers, did not even come home to the midday meal on the first day of the week. But a certain instinct of protest and of nonconformity which may have been remarked in our heroine sent her to St. Andrews-by-the-Sea—by no means so well attended as the house of Gad and Meni. She walked home in a pleasantly contemplative state of mind through a field of daisies, and had just arrived at the hedge m front of the Brackens when the sound of hoofs behind her caused her to turn. Mr. Trixton Brent, very firmly astride of a restive, flea-bitten polo pony, surveyed her amusedly.
"Where have you been?" said he.
"To church," replied Honora, demurely.
"Such virtue is unheard of in Quicksands."
"It isn't virtue," said Honora.
"I had my doubts about that, too," he declared.