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Miss Trinder was shocking bad style, and her designs were transparent from the very beginning! I let her flirt as much as she liked; and when she began to be seriously sentimental I took wing for the East? 'Was she pretty? asked Lesbia, not displeased at this contemptuous summing up of poor Belle Trinder's story. 'If you admire the Flemish type, as illustrated by Rubens, she was lovely.
Trinder's in the Square to inferior rooms in Sheep Street, and she was sorry for herself. "But surely, when you're always calling on her yourself " "I am not always calling on her. And if I were, there are some things which are perfectly proper for me to do which would not be proper for you." "It sounds as if Mrs. Levitt wasn't." He looked up as sharply as his facial curves permitted.
Trinder's son's just been demobilized, and she wants our rooms for his wife and family." "Come surely we can find other rooms." "All the best ones are taken. There's nothing left that I'd care to live in.... Besides, it isn't rooms I want, Mr. Waddington, it's a house." It was, of course, the Ballingers' cottage. But she couldn't have it. She couldn't have it. "I wouldn't mind how small it was.
A fresh outburst of yells was the sole response; there was a pattering of bare feet, and somewhere in the smoky gloom a door slammed. It was clearly a case of "Not at Home" in its conventional sense. I scribbled Robert Trinder's name on one of my visiting cards, laid it and half a sovereign on a table by the door, and started to make my way home. The south of Ireland is singularly full of people.
After telling it he was so far re-established in his own esteem as to propose their working together on the Ramblings after dinner. He even ordered coffee to be served in the library, as if nothing had happened there. Unfortunately, by some culpable oversight of Annie Trinder's, the cushions still bore the imprint of Elise.
If only the rascal hadn't had a wife and children, and if only his wife but, unfortunately for Mr. Waddington, his wife was Susan Trinder, Mrs. Trinder's husband's niece, and Susan Trinder had been Horace's nurse; and though they all considered that she had done for herself when she married that pig-headed Ballinger, Fanny and Horace still called her Susan-Nanna.
At this juncture I was not sorry to hear Robert Trinder's voice greeting me as if nothing unusual were occurring. "Upon me honour, it's the Captain! You're welcome, sir, you're welcome! Come in, come in, don't mind the horse at all; he'll eat the grass there as he's done many a time before! When the gerr'ls have old Amazon cot they'll bring in your things."
No wonder he and his wealth had turned poor Belle Trinder's head. How could a rural vicar's daughter, accustomed to poverty, help being dazzled by such magnificence? Maulevrier stayed in the box only a short time, and refused Lady Kirkbank's invitation to supper. She did not urge the point, as she had surprised one or two very unfriendly glances at Mr. Smithson in Maulevrier's honest eyes.
'A strange mystification, wasn't it? said Lady Kirkbank, almost frightened at the awful look in Lesbia's face, which was even worse than Belle Trinder's expression when she read the announcement of Mr. Smithson's flight. 'Strange mystification! It was base treachery a vile and wicked lie! cried Lesbia, furiously.
Waddington heard that Mrs. Levitt was talking about letting the White House furnished; that she was in debt to all the tradesmen in the place; that her rent at Mrs. Trinder's was still owing; that her losses at bridge were never paid for. He heard that if Major Markham had been thinking of Mrs. Levitt, he had changed his mind; there was even a definite rumour about a broken engagement.
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