"I wasn't lunching with him, Mrs. Holt," said Honora; "Mr. Brent was giving the lunch."
"Who's Mr. Brent?" demanded Mrs. Holt. "One of those Quicksands people?"
"He's not exactly a Quicksands person. I scarcely know how to describe him. He's very rich, and goes abroad a great deal, and plays polo. That's the reason he has a little place at Quicksands. He's been awfully kind both to Howard and me," she added with inspiration.
"And Mrs. Kame?" said Mrs. Holt.
"She's a widow, and has a place at Banbury.
"I never heard of her," said Mrs. Holt, and Honora thanked her stars.
"And Howard approves of these mixed lunches, my dear? When I was young, husbands and wives usually went to parties together."
A panicky thought came to Honora, that Mrs. Holt might suddenly inquire as to the whereabouts of Mr. Brent's wife.
"Oh, Howard doesn't mind," she said hastily. "I suppose times have changed, Mrs. Holt. And after lunch we all went out in Mr. Brent's automobile to the Faunces' in Westchester—"
"The Paul Jones Faunces?" Mrs. Holt interrupted.