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One was from Miss Toombs's business acquaintance, offering her a berth at twenty-eight shillings a week; the other was from Montague Devitt, confirming the offer he had made Mavis at Paddington. Devitt's letter told her that she could resume work on the following Monday fortnight. It did not take Mavis the fraction of a second to decide which of the two offers she would accept.
"And, till you do, I'd better ask them to stay down here," said his wife. "That part of it's all right," remarked Devitt. "But somehow I don't think Charlie " "What?" interrupted Mrs Devitt. "Is much of a hand at work," replied her husband. No one said anything for a few minutes. Mrs Devitt spoke next. "I'm scarcely surprised at Major Perigal's refusal to do anything for Charles," she remarked.
Mavis was still moved by an immense hatred of the Devitt family, whom, more than ever before, she believed to be responsible for the wrongs and sufferings she had endured. In her determination to injure this family by making Harold infatuated with her, she was not a little surprised at the powers of dissimulation which she had never before suspected that she possessed.
"I'd a letter from Charlie Perigal this mornin'." "Where from?" "The same Earl's Court private hotel. He wants somethin' to do." "Something to do!" cried the two sisters together. "His father hasn't done for him what he led me to believe he would," explained Devitt gloomily. "You can find him something?" suggested Miss Spraggs.
Mrs Devitt was sufficiently vexed at the prospect of her husband having to fork out some hundreds of pounds, without the further promise of revelations in which light-hearted, lighter living young women were concerned.
As for the women, she was soon conscious of the social gulf that, in reality, lay between her and them; she was, also, aware that they were inclined to patronise her, particularly Mrs Devitt and Miss Spraggs: the high hopes with which she had commenced the day had already suffered diminution. "And what are your aims in life?"
I must think it out," he said, as he began to walk up and down the room so far as the crowded furniture would permit. "We must try and think it's God's will," said his wife, making an effort to get her thoughts under control. "What!" cried Devitt, stopping short in his walk to look at his wife with absent eyes.
"She must be bad to have fascinated Sir Archibald as she has done," she declared. "Windebank is no fool," urged her husband. "I suppose the next thing we shall hear is that she's living under his protection," cried Mrs Devitt. "In St John's Wood," added Miss Spraggs, whose information on such matters was thirty years behind the times. "More likely he'll marry her," remarked Devitt.
She had then been a person of consequence in her little world, she being her father's only child; she had been made much of by friends and acquaintances, amongst whom, so far as she could recollect, no member of the Devitt family was numbered. Perhaps, she thought, they have lately come to Melkbridge. Then aspects of the old home passed through her mind.
"Everyone noticed it. She's rapidly going from bad to worse." "Anyway, it's as good as put five thousand in my pocket, if not more." "What do you mean?" Montague's explanation modified his wife's ill opinion of Mavis. The next morning, when Devitt thanked his daughter-in-law for influencing Sir Frederick in the way she had done, Mavis said: "I want something in return."
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