themselves."
Honora felt her face grow hot as the merriment at the corner table rose
to a height it had not heretofore attained. And she did not dare to look
again.
Mrs. Holt was blissfully oblivious to her surroundings. She was, as
usual, extremely composed, and improved the interval, while drinking
her soup, with a more or less undisguised observation of Mr. Brent;
evidently regarding him somewhat in the manner that a suspicious
householder would look upon a strange gentleman whom he accidentally
found in his front hall. Explanations were necessary. That Mr. Brent's
appearance, on the whole, was in his favour did not serve to mitigate
her suspicions. Good-looking men were apt to be unscrupulous.
"Are you interested in working girls, Mr. Brent?" she inquired
presently.
Honora, in spite of her discomfort, had an insane desire to giggle. She
did not dare to raise her eyes.
"I can't say that I've had much experience with them, Mrs. Holt," he
replied, with a gravity little short of sublime.
"Naturally you wouldn't have had," said Mrs. Holt. "What I meant was,
are you interested in the problems they have to face?"
"Extremely," said he, so unexpectedly that Honora choked. "I can't say
that I've given as many hours as I should have liked to a study of the
subject, but I don't know of any class that has a harder time. As a
rule, they're underpaid and overworked, and when night comes they are
either tired to death or bored to death, and the good-looking ones are
subject to temptations which some of them find impossible to resist,
in a natural desire for some excitement to vary the routine of their
lives."
"It seems to me," said Mrs. Holt, "that you are fairly conversant with
the subject. I don't think I ever heard the problem stated so succinctly
and so well. Perhaps," she added, "it might interest you to attend one
of our meetings next month. Indeed, you might be willing to say a few
words."
"I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me, Mrs. Holt. I'm a rather busy
man, and nothing of a public speaker, and it is rarely I get off in the
daytime."
"How about automobiling?" asked Mrs. Holt, with a smile.
"Well," said Trixton Brent, laughing in spite of himself, "I like the
working girls, I have to have a little excitement occasionally. And I
find it easier to get off in the summer than in the winter."
"Men cover a multitude of sins under the plea of business," said Mrs.
Holt, shaking her head. "I can't say I
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