She wears stays that are crooked back and front.
Never in all my life have I felt so disappointed, and compelled to put a
good face upon a bad business, as when I splashed through the wet
garden and entered the empty house where there was not even a flower to
welcome my arrival. The rooms are too large and bare.... Why did I not
think of that before?
All the same, decorum must be maintained, and my entry was not
undignified.
Ah, the rain, the rain! Jeanne and Torp are still cleaning up. They mean
to go on half the night, scrubbing and sweeping as though we expected
company to-morrow. I start unpacking my trunk, take out a few things and
stop--begin again and stop again, horrified at the quantity of clothes
I've brought. It would have been more sensible to send them to one of
our beloved "charity sales." They are of no use or pleasure now. Black
merino and a white woollen shawl--what more do I want here?
God knows how I wish at the present moment I were back in the Old Market
Place, even if I only had Richard's society to bore me.
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