Chapter 22 two two

On Friday, Alroy and IKeir met at Victoria Station by appointment, and took the five-ten train to Blacktown.We found a corner in the smoking compartment and sat down comfortably facing each other.By this time I learned from him a general picture of Driffield after his wife's elopement.Roy later and Barton.Mrs. Trafford was very much in touch.I knew Roy, and I hadn't forgotten Mrs Trafford, and knew that their nearness was inevitable.It was not surprising to hear that Roy had accompanied the Traffords on tours of the Continent, and shared with them a passionate appreciation of Wagner, Post-Impressionist paintings and Baroque architecture.He persistently went up to her place in Chelsea to have lunch with her.Later, Mrs. Trafford was getting older and her health was getting worse and worse, so she had to stay in the living room all day. Despite his busy schedule, Roy still went to see her once a week as usual.He has such a good heart.After Mrs Trafford's death he wrote an essay in her memory, which did justice to her great sympathy and discernment with moving passion.

I am very happy to think that Roy's good intentions have been unexpectedly rewarded, because Barton.Mrs. Trafford had told him a great deal about Edward.Driffield's affairs, these data will certainly be useful for the affectionate work he is about to write.Edward.After his unfaithful wife eloped, Driffield became immersed in the fact that Roy could only use desempare [Note: French, at a loss. 】This French word to describe the situation, at this time Barton.Mrs. Trafford not only took him into her own house, but persuaded him to live there for nearly a year.During all this time, she treated him with great care and thoughtfulness, showing a woman's shrewdness and understanding; Eyes of missed opportunities.It was in her home that Driffield wrote What They Harvested.Mrs. Trafford had every reason to regard the book as her own, and Driffield's dedicating it to her showed that he had not forgotten his debt to her.She took him to Italy (with Barton, of course, because Mrs. Trafford knew how sinister the human heart was, and would not let others have the opportunity to gossip), holding Ruskin's works in her hand, to Edward.Driffield showcases the timeless beauty of this country.She later served him in the Temple [Note: The Temple of the Knights Templar in London, which has rooms for celebrities to rent. ] found a room and arranged for him some small luncheons there, where she acted gracefully as hostess, where he could receive those guests attracted by his growing fame.

It cannot be denied that his growing fame was largely the result of Mrs. Trafford's efforts.His fame did not come until later in life, when he had long ceased to write, but the foundations of this fame were undoubtedly laid by Mrs. Trafford's tireless efforts.Not only did she encourage Barton (and probably wrote quite a few paragraphs, for she was so good at writing) that he eventually wrote the Quarterly Review article, first proposing that Driffield should be ranked among the greats of English fiction, but Every time Driffield comes out with a new book, she throws a party to welcome it.She traveled around, calling on editors and, more important, the owners of influential newspapers and magazines.She gave parties and invited everyone who might be of use.She advised Edward.Driffield read his works for charitable purposes in the homes of the great.She managed to get his picture in a weekly print magazine.She personally edited his speeches for interviews.For ten years, she worked tirelessly as his propagandist.She keeps him constantly in public.

Barton.Mrs Trafford was very happy then, but she did not become conceited.Of course Edward is invited.It wouldn't work for Driffield to come to the party without inviting her; Driffield would not accept it.And whenever Patton.When both the Traffords and he were invited to a party somewhere, the three of them must have come and gone together, and she never let him out of her sight.Some hostesses of parties can be very annoyed, but they can either accept this phenomenon or forgo the invitation.Usually they have to accept the fact that the three of them are walking together.If Barton.Mrs Trafford happened to be a little angry, and she showed it through Driffield.At such times she was still charming and charming, but Driffield could be very rough.She knew exactly how to get him to talk; she could make him look brilliant when the guests were all dignitaries.She arranged everything for him to perfection.She was convinced that he was the greatest writer of his time, and she never concealed her belief from him.Not only did she always refer to him as Master, but she always called him so to his face in a tone that was perhaps slightly joking but very pleasant.There was something playful in her manner to him till the very end.

Then a terrible thing happened.Driffield came down with pneumonia and became very ill.For a while he was dying, and there was no hope of living.Barton.Mrs. Trafford did for him all that a woman of hers could have done; but for the fact that she was indeed over sixty and frail, and that Driffield was in need of a professional nurse, she would have done so willingly. Take care of him yourself.At last he was out of danger, and the doctors said he should go to the country to recuperate.He was still very weak after his illness, and the doctor insisted that a nurse should accompany him.Mrs. Trafford wanted him to go to Bournemouth. ] so she could go there at the weekend to see if he was all right, but Driffield wanted to go to Cornwall. 】.The doctors also thought that the warm climate of Penzance was good for him.Anyone would think it looks like Isabel.Trafford, a woman with such keen instincts, must have had a sense of foreboding.But no.She let him go.Before leaving, she emphasized to the nurse that what she had entrusted to her was a very important task; what she had entrusted to her, if not the future hope of English literature, was at least the most outstanding representative of English literature today, and she was responsible for it. His personal safety is at stake.This responsibility cannot be calculated by value at all.

Three weeks later, Edward.Driffield wrote to her that he had special permission [Note: Refers to the special marriage license approved by the bishop, without the announcement of the church, and not limited to the time and place usually prescribed. 】, has married his nurse. I miss Patton.Never had Mrs Trafford displayed that greatness of mind more prominently than in the manner in which she met the situation.Did she yell heartbreaker, heartbreaker; did she go into a hysterical fit, pull her hair, fall to the ground, and kick her feet; did she lash out at the infidelity of men and the coquettishness of women, or relieve her wounded feelings by yelling a litany of obscenities; Such words.absolutely not.She wrote Driffield a sweet and touching letter of congratulations, and wrote to his bride how pleased she was that she now had not one dear friend, but two.She invited the couple to come and stay at her house when they returned to London.She told everyone she met that she was very, very happy with the marriage because Edward.Driffield was going to be old soon, and he needed personal care, and who could take care of him better than a hospital nurse?She was full of praise for Mrs. New Driffield.She said she wasn't necessarily pretty, but she still had a pretty face.Of course she wasn't exactly a lady of the class, but Edward would have been uncomfortable marrying a lady of the class.She was just the kind of wife he needed.I think it is reasonable to say that Barton.Mrs. Trafford was utterly permeated with human goodness, and yet I had a vague feeling that this would be a fitting example if it were also full of sour words.