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Time wore on; Honor was becoming familiarized with her new surroundings, had picked up some useful Hindustani words, made a round of calls, and shown that she had no mean skill at tennis. And Mrs. Brande had demonstrated that she was not a woman of words only. She had given young Jervis a general and urgent invitation to her house -- moreover, he found favour in her husband's eyes. He was a fine, well-set-up, gentlemanly young fellow, a keen tennis player, with no haw-haw humbug about him, therefore the Honourable Pelham heartily endorsed his wife's hospitality.
As for Captain Waring, alas! the three days' travelling intimacy -- like steamer friendships -- had flickered, and flickered, and sunk down, and died. Mrs. Brande's state-dinners were unimpeachable, but desperately dull; and she was not in the "smart" set; her niece was far too downright and raw; her sincere grey eyes had a way of looking at him that made him feel uncomfortable -- a _blasé_, world-battered, selfish mortal. She had a sharp tongue, too, and no fortune; therefore he went over to the enemy's camp, and followed the standard of Mrs. Langrishe.