ered the melody of a thrush pierced her through and
through. At last she turned and reluctantly retraced her steps, as one
whose hour of reprieve has expired.
If Mrs. Rindge had a girlish air when fully arrayed for the day, she
looked younger and more angular still in that article of attire known as
a dressing gown. And her eyes, Honora remarked, were peculiarly bright:
glittering, perhaps, would better express the impression they gave; as
though one got a glimpse through them of an inward consuming fire. Her
laughter rang shrill and clear as Honora entered the hall by the rear
door, and the big clock proclaimed that the hour was half-past eleven.
Hugh and Mr. Pembroke were standing at the foot of the stairs, gazing
upward. And Honora, following their glances, beheld the two ladies, in
the negligee referred to above, with their elbows on the railing of
the upper hall and their faces between their hands, engaged in a lively
exchange of compliments with the gentlemen. Mrs. Kame looked sleepy.
"Such a night!" she said, suppressing a yawn. "My dear, you did well to
go to bed."
"And to cap it all," cried Mrs. Rindge, "Georgie fell over backwards in
one of those beautiful Adam chairs, and there's literally nothing left
of it. If an ocean steamer had hit it, or a freight train, it couldn't
have been more thoroughly demolished."
"You pushed me," declared Mr. Pembroke.
"Did I, Hugh? I barely touched him."
"You knocked him into a cocked hat," said Hugh. "And if you'd been in
that kimono, you could have done it even easier."
"Georgie broke the whole whiskey service,--or whatever it is," Mrs.
Rindge went on, addressing Honora again. "He fell into it."
"He's all right this morning," observed Mrs. Kame, critically.
"I think I'll take to swallowing swords and glass and things in public.
I can do it so well," said Mr. Pembroke.
"I hope you got what you like for breakfast," said Honora to the ladies.
"Hurry up and come down, Adele," said Hugh, "if you want to look over
the horses before lunch."
"It's Georgie's fault," replied Mrs. Rindge; "he's been standing in the
door of my sitting-room for a whole half-hour talking nonsense."
A little later they all set out for the stables. These buildings at
Highlawns, framed by great trees, were old-fashioned and picturesque,
surrounding three sides of a court, with a yellow brick wall on the
fourth. The roof of the main building was capped by a lantern, the home
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