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Franklyn-Haldene saw that Patty would do what she promised; so she took her stand boldly. "Well, then, since you will have it. Yes, I wrote that letter, for I could no longer stand the humiliation of meeting your sister-in-law in decent houses, and that double hypocrite who pretends to be your brother's friend and your admirer. Proof?
Day after day she waited for the blow to fall, for the tide of scandal to roll over her and obliterate her. She was worldly enough to know that Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene was not the kind of woman to keep such a scandal under lock and key; others must know, Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene's particular friends.
A woman emerged from behind the screen. She possessed a bold beauty, the sort that appeals to men without intellect. She was dressed extravagantly: too many furbelows, too many jewels, too many flowers. Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene recognized her instantly and turned her head toward the window. She heard the woman pass by her, enter the hall and leave the house.
Some of the men had seen Katherine Challoner act, and they sighed, retrospectively and introspectively. "I feel for Mrs. Bennington and her daughter. It must be a great blow to their pride." Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene sat down in her pew-seat and arranged her silk petticoats. Mrs. Wilmington-Fairchilds sat down beside her. "You know I never meddle with scandal." Mrs. Fairchilds nodded brightly.
You are mad, distinctly mad, and if I did what was right I should ask you to leave this house instantly." Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene rose to her full height, after the manner of indignant persons on the stage. Patty was not overcome in the least. An idea, bold, unconventional, and not over-scrupulous, shot into her head. With her eyes holding Mrs.
Franklyn-Haldene, who is visiting in Washington, will return next week. May 13 Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene has returned home from a delightful visit in Washington. Sometimes, when there was no escape from it, Mr. Franklyn-Haldene's name also appeared. From mundane things to the spiritual! "Yes, I feel for Mrs. Bennington," continued Mrs. Haldene.
It is marvelous, but she done it." Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene shuddered. With all her faults, she loved the English language. "How do you want your hair fixed?" Madame inquired, seeing that her patron's interest in mediums was not strong. "The same as usual. Last week you left a streak, and I am sure everybody noticed it at the Gordon tea. Be careful to-day." Thereupon Mrs.
Franklyn-Haldene constituted herself a martyr to the cause. She was nervous and fidgety in the chair, for the picture of that letter on the sidewalk kept recurring. In the meantime Madame told her all that had happened and all that hadn't, which is equally valuable. The toilet lasted an hour; and when Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene rose from the chair, Madame was as dry as a brook in August.
"I never believe what I hear, and only half of what I see." That was Mrs. Jack speaking. Murmurs. The billiard-balls clicked sharply as John played for position. "The stage doesn't appeal to you any more, then?" Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene. "Not in the least. It never did appeal to me. I am so far away from it now that I am losing the desire to witness plays." "And for whom will Mr.
They shopped together, went to the matinees, and drove and rode together. Everything went along smoothly, too smoothly. Fate never permits anything like this to prosper long. For the first time in her career Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene saw her position menaced. The younger set no longer consulted her as formerly. When, like Mrs.
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