THE PROVINCIAL LADY SERIES - All 5 Novels in One Edition (Complete Edition). E. M. Delafield

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       E. M. Delafield

      The Provincial Lady Series - All 5 Novels in One Edition (Complete Edition)

      The Diary of a Provincial Lady, The Provincial Lady Goes Further, The Provincial Lady in America…

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Table of Contents

       The Diary of a Provincial Lady (1930)

       The Provincial Lady Goes Further (1932)

       The Provincial Lady in America (1934)

       The Provincial Lady in Russia (I Visit The Soviets) (1937)

       The Provincial Lady in Wartime (1940)

      The Diary of a Provincial Lady (1930)

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       ILLUSTRATIONS

       "Robert reads the Times"

       Cook

       Mademoiselle

       The Rector

       "Very, very distinguished novelist"

       The Vicar's Wife

       Lady B.

       "Can hear Robert's neighbour...telling him about her chilblains"

       Vicky

       Mrs. Blenkinsop

       Howard Fitzsimmons

       "He did it, she says, at the Zoo"

       Cousin Maud

       Cissie Crabbe

       Lady Frobisher

       The Gardener

       "Schoolmaster and his wife talk to one another...across me"

       "Elderly French couple with talkative friend"

       Rose

       Robin

       Miss Pankerton

       Jahsper

      November 7th.—Plant the indoor bulbs. Just as I am in the middle of them, Lady Boxe calls. I say, untruthfully, how nice to see her, and beg her to sit down while I just finish the bulbs. Lady B. makes determined attempt to sit down in armchair where I have already placed two bulb-bowls and the bag of charcoal, is headed off just in time, and takes the sofa.

      Do I know, she asks, how very late it is for indoor bulbs? September, really, or even October, is the time. Do I know that the only really reliable firm for hyacinths is Somebody of Haarlem? Cannot catch the name of the firm, which is Dutch, but reply Yes, I do know, but think it my duty to buy Empire products. Feel at the time, and still think, that this is an excellent reply. Unfortunately Vicky comes into the drawing-room later and says: "O Mummie, are those the bulbs we got at Woolworths?"

      Lady B. stays to tea. (Mem.: Bread-and-butter too thick. Speak to Ethel.) We talk some more about bulbs, the Dutch School of Painting, our Vicar's wife, sciatica, and All Quiet on the Western Front.

      (Query: Is it possible to cultivate the art of conversation when living in the country all the year round?)

      Lady B. enquires after the children. Tell her that Robin—whom I refer to in a detached way as "the boy" so that she shan't think I am foolish about him—is getting on fairly well at school, and that Mademoiselle says Vicky is starting a cold.

      Do I realise, says Lady B., that the Cold Habit is entirely unnecessary, and can be avoided by giving the child a nasal douche of salt-and-water every morning before breakfast? Think of several rather tart and witty rejoinders to this, but unfortunately not until Lady B.'s Bentley has taken her away.

      Finish the bulbs and put them in the cellar. Feel that after all cellar is probably draughty, change my mind, and take them all up to the attic.

      Cook says something is wrong with the range.

      November 8th.—Robert has looked at the range and says nothing wrong whatever. Makes unoriginal suggestion about pulling out dampers. Cook very angry, and will probably give notice. Try to propitiate her by saying that we are going to Bournemouth for Robin's half-term, and that will give the household a rest. Cook replies austerely that they will take the opportunity to do some extra cleaning. Wish I could believe this was true.

      Preparations for Bournemouth rather marred by discovering that Robert, in bringing down the suit-cases from the attic, has broken three of the bulb-bowls. Says he understood that I had put them in the cellar, and so wasn't expecting them.

      November 11th.—Bournemouth. Find that history, as usual, repeats itself. Same hotel, same frenzied scurry round the school to find Robin, same collection of parents, most of them also staying at the hotel. Discover strong tendency to exchange with fellow-parents exactly the same remarks as last year, and the year before that. Speak of this to Robert, who returns no answer. Perhaps he is afraid of repeating himself? This suggests Query: Does Robert, perhaps, take in what I say even when he makes no reply?