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On the train , when Howard had returned from the smoking car and they were about to disembark at Long Island City , they encountered Mr. Trixton Brent . `` Whither away ? '' he cried in apparent astonishment . `` Up at dawn , and the eight o'clock train ! '' `` We were going to look at a house , '' explained Honora , `` and Howard has no other time . '' `` I 'll go , too , '' declared Mr. Brent , promptly . `` You might n't think me a judge of houses , but I am .