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Mercifully Annie Trinder had left the room. But there was Partridge by the sideboard, listening. "I'm not responsible for Ballinger's folly. If he finds himself inconvenienced by it, that's no concern of mine." "Well, Ballinger's folly has been very convenient for Mrs. Levitt." Mr. Waddington tried to look as if Mrs. Levitt's convenience were no concern of his either.
Levitt's intimacy with her sister, Bertha Rickards. He would have approved of it still less if he had heard the conversation which Mrs. Trinder heard and reported to Miss Gregg, the governess at the rectory, who told the Rector's wife, who told the Rector, who told Colonel Grainger, who told Ralph Sevan, who kept it to himself. "What did you say to the old boy, Elise?" "Don't ask me what I said!"
"I don't suppose you mean it for blackmail; I'm only pointing out what it'll look like. It won't look well.... Much better face the facts. You can't do Mr. Waddington any real harm, short of forcing his wife to get a separation." There was a black gleam in Mrs. Levitt's eyes. "Precisely. And supposing since we are supposing I told Mrs. Waddington of his behaviour?" "Too late. Mr.
While her messenger was gone, she wrought herself up to a resolution to bear the answer, whatever it might be, with the same quietness with which she must bear the whole of her future life, if Dr Levitt's news should prove to be founded in fact.
Ralph wondered how he would have felt if he had realized Mrs. Levitt's part in the Ballinger affair. Mr. Waddington remained standing on his platform. They were coming round him now, grasping him by the hand, congratulating him: Sir John Corbett, the Rector, Major Markham of Wyck Wold and Mr. Hawtrey of Medlicott. "Capital speech, Waddington, capital."
She's just trying it on.... And she may raise her price, too. She won't rest till she's got that five hundred out of you." Mrs. Levitt's next communication would appear to have supported Barbara's suspicion, for Mr. Waddington was compelled to answer it thus: "DEAR MRS. LEVITT: "You say you were 'right then' and that my 'promises' were 'conditional'"
Barbara and Ralph Bevan had been for one of their long walks. They were coming back down the Park when they met, first, Henry, the gardener's boy, carrying a basket of fat, golden pears. "Where are you going with those lovely pears, Henry?" "Mrs. Levitt's, miss." The boy grinned and twinkled; you could almost have fancied that he knew. Farther on, near the white gate, they could see Mr.
Waddington of Wyck and Mrs. Levitt's benefactor. And as he waited in the low, mullion-darkened room he reminded himself that he had come to refuse her request. If, as he suspected, it was the Ballingers' cottage that she wanted.
"I hear quite enough about that away from home; and I can assure you, professionally, that it is a bad subject to dwell upon. Every one who lives has variations of spirits: they are like the sunshine, or like Dr Levitt's last sermon, of which Mrs Enderby says every Sunday in the church porch `It is to be felt, not talked about." "But, as a sign of health " said Hester.
Levitt's feelings had been roused; he acknowledged, handsomely, as male to male, the fascination that had roused them. He, Corbett, knew what he was talking about. He saw the whole possibility of romantic adventure with such flattering certitude that it was impossible to feel any resentment. At the same time his interference was a piece of abominable impertinence, and Mr. Waddington resented that.
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