Lady Winchell-Smythe

     Even with a modest body of dialogue, some characters make a big impression. Lady Winchelle-Smythe iseasily imagined as wearing opulent clothing, jewels and always available for aquick jab at others. As you’ll see when you read That Wylde Woman! Marleigh iswise enough to know precisely how to handle Lady Winchelle-Symthe. Let’s take apeek at her. 

Excerpt from chapter 31
       Astout woman in the third row stood and began speaking in a superior tone. “Iam Lady Winchell-Smythe, and I am quite sure none of the ladies here will be speakingto common sailors, blacksmiths, orteamsters.”
                “Not thee Lady Winchell-Smythe? Oh my. I am soprivileged to meet you. Ladies, perhaps some of you are unaware. LadyWinchell-Smythe’s home is that same household the War office found to bescrupulously managed and upon which theybased the ideal model for efficient housing management. Your household must besuperior in every manner.”
                Holding her hands high for all to see and emulate,Marleigh clapped enthusiastically for Lady Winchell-Smythe, who brightenedconsiderably, smiled, and nodded left and right. Then turned to the back of theroom and gave the imperial hand wave to her admirers.
                As the applause died, her tone and intent haddramatically changed. Lady Winchell-Smythe spoke in high-pitched, roundedvowels. “Yes, thank you foryour generous applause. Yet, I have a question. How can such a charming andobviously intelligent young woman involve yourself with… common laborers?” 
                Lady Winchell-Smythe sat down, satisfied withher subtle inference regarding the American’s lack of propriety and reserve.
Anda 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 theorganization, stood to be heard above the general murmurs. “I will pledge onehundred guineas.”

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