That would make her
about forty, and then he found her out and left her, and she went back
to Paris and learned dressmaking."
"But he writes to her from Portsmouth," said Mrs. Bingham, who had not
been told that the solitary letter from Portsmouth was addressed in a
man's handwriting.
"He may not have broken with her altogether," replied Mrs. Cobb. "If he
isn't a downright brute he'll want to hear about his daughter."
"Well," said Mrs. Sweeting, twitching her eyes as she was wont to do
when she was about to give an opinion which she knew would disturb any
of her friends, "you may talk as you like, but the last thing Swanley
made for me looked as if it had been to the wash and hung on me to dry.
French or English, captain or no captain, I shall go to Mrs. Fairfax.
Her character's got nothing to do with her cut. Suppose she IS
divorced; judging from that body of yours, Mrs. Bingham, I shan't have
to send back a pelisse half a dozen times to get it altered. When it
comes to that you get sick of the thing, and may just as well give it
away.
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