"It would be impossible to forget Mrs. Dallam," declared Mrs. Kame.
"So I should have thought," said Honora.
Trixton Brent laughed, and Mrs. Kame, too, after a moment's hesitation.
She laid her hand familiarly on Mr. Brent's arm.
"I haven't seen you all summer, Trixy," she said. "I hear you've been here at Quicksands, stewing in that little packing-case of yours. Aren't you coming into our steeplechase at Banbury.
"I believe you went to school with my sister," said young Mr. Wing.
"Oh, yes," answered Honora, somewhat surprised. "I caught a glimpse of her once, in New York. I hope you will remember me to her."
"And I've seen you before," proclaimed Mr. Cuthbert, "but I can't for the life of me think where."
Honora did not enlighten him.
"I shan't forget, at any rate, Mrs. Spence," said Cecil Grainger, who had not taken his eyes from her, except to blink.
Mrs. Kame saved her the embarrassment of replying.