llam, with a
sure instinct, had put the finger of her wit on this new attribute of
Howard's.
"You'll kill me, Howard!" she had cried. "He even looks at the soup as
though he were examining a security!"
Needless to say, it did not cure him, although it sealed Lily Dallam's
fate--and incidentally that of Quicksands. Honora's thoughts as she sat
now at the piano watching him, flew back unexpectedly to the summer at
Silverdale when she had met him, and she tried to imagine, the genial
and boyish representative of finance that he was then. In the midst of
this effort he looked up and discovered her.
"What are you doing over there, Honora?" he asked.
"Thinking," she answered.
"That's a great way to treat a man when he comes home after a day's
work."
"I beg your pardon, Howard," she said with unusual meekness. "Who do you
think was here this afternoon?"
"Erwin? I've just come from Mr. Wing's house--he has gout to-day and
didn't go down town. He offered Erwin a hundred thousand a year to come
to New York as corporation counsel. And if you'll believe me--he refused
it."
"I'll believe you," she said.
"Did he say anything about it to you?"
"He simply mentioned that Mr. Wing asked him to come to New York. He
didn't say why."
"Well," Howard remarked, "he's one too many for me. He can't be making
over thirty thousand where he is."
CHAPTER II. THE PATH OF PHILANTHROPY
Mrs. Cecil Grainger may safely have been called a Personality, and one
of the proofs of this was that she haunted people who had never seen
her. Honora might have looked at her, it is true, on the memorable night
of the dinner with Mrs. Holt and Trixton Brent; but--for sufficiently
obvious reasons--refrained. It would be an exaggeration to say that Mrs.
Grainger became an obsession with our heroine; yet it cannot be denied
that, since Honora's arrival at Quicksands, this lady had, in increasing
degrees, been the subject of her speculations. The threads of Mrs.
Grainger's influence were so ramified, indeed, as to be found in Mrs.
Dallam, who declared she was the rudest woman in New York and yet had
copied her brougham; in Mr. Cuthbert and Trixton Brent; in Mrs. Kame;
in Mrs. Holt, who proclaimed her a tower of strength in charities; and
lastly in Mr. Grainger himself, who, although he did not spend much time
in his wife's company, had for her an admiration that amounted to awe.
Elizabeth Grainger, who was at once modern and tenacious
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