ghing.
"Because you are sitting next to Lucifer," he said. "It's kind of me to
warn you, isn't it?"
"It wasn't necessary," replied Honora. "And besides, as a dinner
companion, I imagine Lucifer couldn't be improved on."
He laughed again.
"As a dinner companion!" he repeated. "So you would limit Lucifer to
dinners? That's rather a severe punishment, since we're neighbours."
"How delightful to have Lucifer as one's neighbour," said Honora,
avoiding his eyes. "Of course I've been brought up to believe that he was
always next door, so to speak, but I've never--had any proof of it until
now."
"Proof!" echoed Mr. Brent. "Has my reputation gone before me?"
"I smell the brimstone," said Honora.
He derived, apparently, infinite amusement from this remark likewise.
"If I had known I was to have the honour of sitting here, I should have
used another perfume," he replied. "I have several."
It was Honora's turn to laugh.
"They are probably for--commercial transactions, not for ladies," she
retorted. "We are notoriously fond of brimstone, if it is not too strong.
A suspicion of it."
Her colour was high, and she was surprised at her own vivacity. It seemed
strange that she should be holding her own in this manner with the
renowned Trixton Brent. No wonder, after four years of Rivington, that
she tingled with an unwonted excitement.
At this point Mr. Brent's eye fell upon Howard, who was explaining
something to Mrs. Trowbridge at the far end of the table.
"What's your husband like?" he demanded abruptly.
Honora was a little taken aback, but recovered sufficiently to retort:
"You'd hardly expect me to give you an unprejudiced judgment."
"That's true," he agreed significantly.
"He's everything," added Honora, "that is to be expected in a husband."
"Which isn't much, in these days," declared Mr. Brent.
"On the contrary," said Honora.
"What I should like to know is why you came to Quicksands," said Mr.
Brent.
"For a little excitement," she replied. "So far, I have not been
disappointed. But why do you ask that question?" she demanded, with a
slight uneasiness. "Why did you come here?"
"Oh," he said, "you must remember that I'm--Lucifer, a citizen of the
world, at home anywhere, a sort of 'freebooter. I'm not here all the
time--but that's no reflection on Quicksands. May I make a bet with you,
Mrs. Spence?"
"What about?"
"That you won't stay in Quicksands more than six months," he answe
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