I took for granted that Trent wouldn’t be giving my problems another thought. There wasn’t a chance he’d bother evaluating my art on its own merit. His decision had been made the moment Trixie and I had been nabbed by the cops. He couldn’t imagine there was anything to discuss. But something told me that his wife, the lovely Mrs. Kate could open her pretty mouth and effect a change in his small, timid mind. What’s more, I believed I might convince this woman that they should give me another chance. I had seen a softness in her eyes.
Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov