do not seem to realize
that."
"Not this rubbish," said Howard. "Judging by the fuss she made over the
inventory, you'd think it might be worth something."
"She has trusted us with it," said Honora. Her voice shook.
He stared at her.
"I never saw you look like that," he declared.
"It's because you never look at me closely," she answered.
He laughed, and resumed his reading. She stood awhile by the railing.
Across the way, beyond the wall, she heard Mr. Chamberlin's shrill voice
berating a gardener.
"Howard," she asked presently, "why do you come to Newport at all?"
"Why do I come to Newport?" he repeated. "I don't understand you."
"Why do you come up here every week?"
"Well," he said, "it isn't a bad trip on the boat, and I get a change
from New York; and see men I shouldn't probably see otherwise." He paused
and looked at her again, doubtfully. "Why do you ask such a question?"
"I wished to be sure," said Honora.
"Sure of what?"
"That the-arrangement suited you perfectly. You do not feel--the lack of
anything, do you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You wouldn't care to stay in Newport all the time?"
"Not if I know myself," he replied. "I leave that part of it to you."
"What part of it?" she demanded.
"You ought to know. You do it pretty well," he laughed. "By the way,
Honora, I've got to have a conference with Mr. Wing to-day, and I may not
be home to lunch."
"We're dining there to-night," she told him, in a listless voice.
Upon Ethel Wing had descended the dominating characteristics of the elder
James, who, whatever the power he might wield in Wall Street, was little
more than a visitor in Newport. It was Ethel's house, from the hour she
had swept the Reel and Carter plans (which her father had brought home)
from the table and sent for Mr. Farwell. The forehanded Reginald arrived
with a sketch, and the result, as every one knows, is one of the chief
monuments to his reputation. So exquisitely proportioned is its simple,
two-storied marble front as seen through the trees left standing on the
old estate, that tourists, having beheld the Chamberlin and other
mansions, are apt to think this niggardly for a palace. Two infolding
wings, stretching towards the water, enclose a court, and through the
slender white pillars of the peristyle one beholds in fancy the summer
seas of Greece.
Looking out on the court, and sustaining this classic illusion, is a
marble-paved dining room, with han
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