"Well?" he said.
"Well," repeated Honora.
"Nice people," said Mr. Brent.
Honora bridled.
"You invited them here," she said. "I must say I think it, was rather —presumptuous. And you've got me into no end of trouble with Lily Dallam."
He laughed as he held open the screen door for her.
"I wonder whether a good angel was ever so abused," he said.
"A good angel," she repeated, smiling at him in spite of herself.
"Or knight-errant," he continued, "whichever you choose. You want to get out of Quicksands—I'm trying to make it easy for you. Before you leave you have to arrange some place to go. Before we are off with the old we'd better be on with the new."
"Oh, please don't say such things," she cried, "they're so—so sordid." She looked searchingly into his face. "Do I really seem to you like that?"