CHAPTER 7.
It spoke much for the depth of Mrs.Trenor's friendship that her voice, in admonishing Miss Bart, took the same note of personal despair as if she had been lamenting the collapse of a house-party.
"All I can say is, Lily, that I can't make you out!" She leaned back, sighing, in the morning abandon of lace and muslin, turning an indifferent shoulder to the heaped-up importunities of her desk, while she considered, with the eye of a physician who has given up the case, the erect exterior of the patient confronting her.
"If you hadn't told me you were going in for him seriously--but I'm sure you made that plain enough from the beginning! Why else did you ask me to let you off bridge, and to keep away Carry and Kate Corby?
I don't suppose you did it because he amused you; we could none of us imagine your putting up with him for a moment unless you meant to marry him.

And I'm sure everybody played fair! They all wanted to help it along.

Even Bertha kept her hands off--I will say that--till Lawrence came down and you dragged him away from her.

After that she had a right to retaliate--why on earth did you interfere with her?
You've known Lawrence Selden for years--why did you behave as if you had just discovered him?
If you had a grudge against Bertha it was a stupid time to show it--you could have paid her back just as well after you were married! I told you Bertha was dangerous.

She was in an odious mood when she came here, but Lawrence's turning up put her in a good humour, and if you'd only let her think he came for HER it would have never occurred to her to play you this trick.