ld leave
to-morrow," he declared.
"Don't be too sure, Vicomte," she cautioned him.
If one possessed a sense of humour and a certain knowledge of mankind,
the spectacle of a young and successful Wall Street broker at Silverdale
that week was apt to be diverting. Mr. Spence held his own. He advised
the architect to make a specialty of country houses, and promised some
day to order one: he disputed boldly with the other young man as to the
practical uses of settlement work, and even measured swords with the
missionary. Needless to say, he was not popular with these gentlemen.
But he was also good-natured and obliging, and he did not object
to repeating for the English lady certain phrases which she called
"picturesque expressions," and which she wrote down with a gold pencil.
It is evident, from the Vicomte's remarks, that he found time to
continue Honora's lessons in golf--or rather that she found time, in the
midst of her manifold and self-imposed duties, to take them. And in this
diversion she was encouraged by Mrs. Holt herself. On Saturday morning,
the heat being unusual, they ended their game by common consent at the
fourth hole and descended a wood road to Silver Brook, to a spot which
they had visited once before and had found attractive. Honora, after
bathing her face in the pool, perched herself on a boulder. She was very
fresh and radiant.
This fact, if she had not known it, she might have gathered from Mr.
Silence's expression. He had laid down his coat; his sleeves were rolled
up and his arms were tanned, and he stood smoking a cigarette and gazing
at her with approbation. She lowered her eyes.
"Well, we've had a pretty good time, haven't we?" he remarked.
Lightning sometimes fails in its effect, but the look she flashed back
at him from under her blue lashes seldom misses.
"I'm afraid I haven't been a very apt pupil," she replied modestly.
"You're on the highroad to a cup," he assured her. "If I could take you
on for another week" He paused, and an expression came into his eyes
which was not new to Honora, nor peculiar to Mr. Silence. "I have to go
back to town on Monday."
If Honora felt any regret at this announcement, she did not express it.
"I thought you couldn't stand Silverdale much longer," she replied.
"You know why I stayed," he said, and paused again--rather awkwardly for
Mr. Spence. But Honora was silent. "I had a letter this morning from my
partner, Sidney Dallam, calling me
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