Even with a modest body of dialogue, some characters make a big impression. Lady Winchelle-Smythe is easily imagined as wearing opulent clothing, jewels and always available for a quick jab at others. As you’ll see when you read That Wylde Woman! Marleigh is wise enough to know precisely how to handle Lady Winchelle-Symthe. Let’s take a peek at her.
Excerpt from chapter 31
A
stout woman in the third row stood and began speaking in a superior tone. “I
am Lady Winchell-Smythe, and I am quite sure none of the ladies here will be speaking
to common sailors, blacksmiths, or
teamsters.”
“Not thee Lady Winchell-Smythe? Oh my. I am so
privileged to meet you. Ladies, perhaps some of you are unaware. Lady
Winchell-Smythe’s home is that same household the War office found to be
scrupulously managed and upon which they
based the ideal model for efficient housing management. Your household must be
superior in every manner.”
Holding her hands high for all to see and emulate,
Marleigh clapped enthusiastically for Lady Winchell-Smythe, who brightened
considerably, smiled, and nodded left and right. Then turned to the back of the
room and gave the imperial hand wave to her admirers.
As the applause died, her tone and intent had
dramatically changed. Lady Winchell-Smythe spoke in high-pitched, rounded
vowels. “Yes, thank you for
your generous applause. Yet, I have a question. How can such a charming and
obviously intelligent young woman involve yourself with… common laborers?”
Lady Winchell-Smythe sat down, satisfied with
her subtle inference regarding the American’s lack of propriety and reserve.
And
a bit later….
Now there was a definite buzz. Lady Winchell-Smythe,
not to be outdone by an American woman and realizing the vast possibilities this had for the
organization, stood to be heard above the general murmurs. “I will pledge one
hundred guineas.”
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