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As the meeting had now broken up, and there wouldn't be anybody to witness her departure in the Waddingtons' car, Mrs. Levitt calculated that she could afford that little gratification of her feelings. They were intensified by Mr. Waddington's very evident distress. He would have walked home with her the hundred yards to Sheep Street, but she wouldn't hear of it.
However, those poor women were very thankful for the work and sewed faithfully on sleeping-suits and underclothing for poilus in the trenches and hospitals. Madame Waddington's friends in America responded to her call for help and M. Mygatt gave her rooms on the ground floor of his building in the Boulevard Haussmann.
"Well, you see, I'm Mr. Waddington's secretary. That's what I'm here for." "I didn't know he trusted his private business to his secretary." "He's obliged to. He has so much of it. You surely don't expect him to copy out his own letters?" "I don't expect him to hand over my letters to other people to read." "I haven't read your letters, Mrs. Levitt.
So much Barbara made out after she had copied the first forty pages, making the first clearing in Mr. Waddington's jungle. The clearings, she explained to Ralph, broke your heart. It wasn't till you'd got the thing all clean and tidy that you realized the deep spiritual confusion that lay behind it.
Mr. Waddington's convalescence was altogether delightful to him, admitting, as it did, of sustained companionship with Barbara. As soon as it reached the armchair stage she sat with him for hours together. She had finished the Ramblings, and at his request she read them aloud to him all over again from beginning to end. Mr.
Burton looked at the list which the boy produced, and groaned to himself. "My dear Alfred," he protested, "these books are for almost grown-up people." The boy smiled confidently. "Mr. Denschem gave me the list, father," he repeated simply. After lunch, Burton took the boy round to Mr. Waddington's office. Mr. Waddington was deep in a book of engravings which he had just purchased.
First of all, the Lower Wyck cottage was put into thorough repair; and if the plaster was not quite dry when the Ballingers moved into it, that was not Mr. Waddington's concern. He had provided them with a house, which was all that the law could reasonably require him to do. Clearly it was Hitchin, the builder, who should be held responsible for the plaster, not he. As for the rheumatism Mrs.
"What'll happen," said Barbara, "if I make jokes?" "Nothing. He'll never see them." "If he saw daddy's " "Oh, but he didn't. That was me." Barbara was thoughtful. "I daresay," she said, "you won't keep me long. Supposing I can't do the work?" "The work?" Fanny's eyes were interrogative and a little surprised, as though they were saying, "Who said work? What work?" "Well, Mr. Waddington's work.
Now to get to the entrance you had to pass through the swing door into the hall and down the side aisle to the bottom, so that Mrs. Levitt witnessed Mrs. Waddington's exit with Ralph Bevan. Mr. Waddington. waited till the hall doors had closed on them before he returned. "I can't find my wife anywhere," he said. "She wasn't in the cloak-room, so I think she must have gone back with Horace." Mrs.
You see no one else and you are impatient when others insist upon talking. Vitality, an immense intelligence without arrogance or self-conceit, a courtesy which has no relation to diplomatic caution, a kindly tact and an unmistakable integrity, combine to make Madame Waddington one of the most popular women in Europe. This brings me to Madame Waddington's fourth career.
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