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le of the furniture formerly displayed in Hamilton Terrace, with such alterations and novelties as were imposed by the fashion of today. She offered her guest a most dainty little meal; a luncheon such as Alma could not possibly have devised, in spite of all her reminiscences. 'Civilisation is a great thing,' Sibyl remarked. 'It's good to have been in savagery, just to appreciate one's privileges.' 'But you liked Honolulu?' 'Honolulu--yes. I was thinking of Queensland. There's no barbarism at Honolulu, if you keep out of sight of the Americans and Europeans. Yes, I enjoyed myself there. I think I could go back and live out my life at Waikiki.' 'It astonished me that you didn't make an effort to go with Hugh to that great volcano. I have read about it since, and I'm sure I should have faced anything.' 'Kilauea,' murmured Sibyl, with a dreamy air, as she raised the wine-glass to her lips. 'I was lazy, no doubt. The climate, you know; and then I don't care much about bubbling lava. It was much nicer to watch the gold-fish at Waikiki.--Where is your husband today?' 'Of all things in the world, gone to Lord's! He says he never saw a cricket match in his life, and it struck him this morning that it really was a defect in his education. Of course, he was thinking of Hughie. He wants Hughie to be a cricketer and horseman and everything that's robust.' 'Just like Hugh,' replied Sibyl, laughing. 'I should feel the same if I had a boy. I like open-air men--though I shouldn't care always to live among them.' 'Hugh at Coventry still?' Alma inquired. Her hostess gave a nod, with a look intimating that she would say more when the servant left them free to talk. She added---- 'Do you know Mrs. Strangeways?' 'I seem to remember a Mr. Strangeways,' replied Alma, 'but I can't think how or where.' 'Yes, he's a man who goes about a good deal. His wife was the widow of that artist who promised so well, and got into a scrape, and died miserably--Edward--no, Egbert Dover. Don't you know that big landscape that hangs in Mrs. Holt's boudoir?--that was one of his. He hid himself away, and died in a garret or a workhouse--something cheerful. I met Mrs. Strangeways at Brisbane; she and her husband were globe-trotting. She might look in this afternoon. I don't know whether you would care for her; she's rather--rapid, you know. But she remembers hearing you play somewhere--spoke of you with great admiration.' Alma's eye
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