"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.
"Bon voyage!" she cried. "What an ideal party! and the chauffeur doesn't understand English. If you don't turn up this evening, Honora, I'll entertain your guests."
"We must get back," said Honora, involuntarily to Brent. "It would be too dreadful if we didn't!"
"Are you afraid I'll run off with you?" he asked.
"I believe you're perfectly capable of it," she replied. "If I were wise,
I'd take the train."