A Human Trinity

by Ronald MacDonald

Excerpt from A Human Trinity

Mrs Sigismund Corder might, in spite of the touch Of frost in her painter's voice, have pursued the subject  which was, at least in its later phase, not of her own introduction. But interruption came; and with it for Mrs Corder a measure Of enlightenment. A bell rang with quick, divided pulsation. There was a Short phrase of excuse, and with a swift turn the painter crossed the room to its door, laying down her palette as She went. Before her back was turned Mrs Corder had caught no glimme Of Lady Mary's face. But something in the bearing Of the graceful figure as it vanished convinced her that who ever had rung the bell would find that face no barrier to what was to pass between them. And, when Lady Mary returned, followed by a young man of good figure and carriage, Mrs Corder knew that she had not read Lady Mary's back amiss. For on her face were the last tints of a dying ?ush, and in her eyes was the after-glow of the feeling Mrs Corder had suspected.

374 pages, Paperback

First published September 27, 2015

About the author

Ronald MacDonald was the son of Scottish author George MacDonald and a novelist in his own right.