The worst of it is that she would have been so useful at the right time.

You know we have to have the Bishop once a year, and she would have given just the right tone to things.

I always have horrid luck about the Bishop's visits," added Mrs.Trenor, whose present misery was being fed by a rapidly rising tide of reminiscence; "last year, when he came, Gus forgot all about his being here, and brought home the Ned Wintons and the Farleys--five divorces and six sets of children between them!" "When is Lady Cressida going ?" Lily enquired.
Mrs.Trenor cast up her eyes in despair.

"My dear, if one only knew! I was in such a hurry to get her away from Maria that I actually forgot to name a date, and Gus says she told some one she meant to stop here all winter." "To stop here?
In this house ?" "Don't be silly--in America.

But if no one else asks her--you know they NEVER go to hotels." "Perhaps Gus only said it to frighten you." "No--I heard her tell Bertha Dorset that she had six months to put in while her husband was taking the cure in the Engadine.