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"You weren't ten minutes getting here and you look as spick and span as if you had stepped out of a bandbox." "Look outside and you'll see that Gay and I have had a true case of auto-intoxication!" Outside the window there proved to be a smart, selfish roadster, battleship-gray with vivid scarlet trimmings. "Well!" Beatrice said in astonishment. At this identical moment she began to envy Trudy.
Mary came over to the sofa and sat beside Trudy, holding the white, cold hands laden with foolish rings. "I loved and do love someone very much who never did and never will love me. I must be near that person daily, be useful to him, earn my own living by so doing and I've made myself be content of heart in spite of it and not live on starved hopes and jealous dreams.... You see, I'm quite human."
Luke described the event by saying that a bad pair of disturbers had teamed for life, and relied upon Mary to take up the burden of the proof. "Don't mourn so, mother. I'm a happy old maid," she insisted when the comments grew too numerous for her peace of mind. "Trudy was not the sort to blush unseen, and it's a relief not to have to cover up her mistakes at the office.
"Well then, I have something to say: Aunt Trudy is coming, just as soon as I can get her here; if for no other reason than Mother wants her and will go away happy in the belief that you will be well taken care of. There is to be no argument and I absolutely forbid you to mention the subject to Mother; if she says anything to you, try to act as though you were pleased at the prospect.
For instance the Sunday morning following the Gorgeous Girl's visit to Steve's office Trudy unwillingly dragged herself downstairs at half-past ten in a faded, bescrolled kimono over careless lingerie, her hair bundled under a partially soiled boudoir cap, and her feet flopping along in tattered silk slippers. "Oh, dear, it's Sunday again," she began.
You see I have to live Gay's life and career and my own at the same time." Instinctively Trudy knew this caused envy in her hostess's heart for a multitude of reasons. "Gay never amounted to anything until we were married" she paused for this to take full effect "and I enjoy playing the game.
What she said could only be conjectured but apparently Mrs. Anderson was mollified for peace reigned the remainder of the week. Sunday afternoon though, a fresh storm broke, with Sarah again the center. "Where's Sarah?" Doctor Hugh demanded, meeting Rosemary in the hall on his return from a round of calls. Rosemary was dressed in white and ready for a sedate walk with Aunt Trudy.
Rosemary was simply going to the station to meet the 4:10 train, but nothing was ever casual to her; she met each hour expectantly on tip-toe and, as her mother had once observed, laughed and wept her way around the clock. Sarah smiled broadly going to the station to meet Aunt Trudy had, for some inexplicable reason, resolved itself into a joke for her.
"So we must talk about my being a failure, my father clipping your wings of industry and all that yet we must not mention a woman who has loved you and gossiped about it." "She did not! You know Trudy you know her nature," he interrupted. "Taking up her defence! Noble Stevuns!
"You have them all day long in your office and your shops; I should think when you come home you'd welcome a good time." "Our definitions differ. Anyhow, I'm not going to find fault with your friends. I've nothing against them except that they are time wasters." "Trudy boarded at your wonderful Miss Faithful's house." "In spite of Mary's common sense, and not because of it."
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