Arnold Bennett's war journals - Friday, June 6th 1917, Ludlow, Charlton Arms – I came to Ludlow today. Fat female
aristocrat in train. Dust cloak. Flower outside it. Jewel to fasten it. Many
rings. Manicured. Queen, Tatler,
Ethel M. Dell’s latest novel. 3 cushions in a decided leather ‘envelope’. Elaborate lunch-basket. Greedy. When
ticket collectors came, she referred them, with an apprehensive gesture, to her
maid, lest she might be bothered. Two of them knew of her maid. The third said,
roughly, ‘I suppose your maid has your
ticket?’ Her fear about being worried about anything was obvious. At Shrewsbury
she held ‘envelope’ while maid put cushions in it. Maid got her out of train
and transferred her to Ludlow train. There was another and older and worse
woman with an aged maid, in the same compartment. Very hard. She was met by a
companion sort of girl at Birmingham.
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