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Mavis did not say any more, at which Perigal got up to leave her. "I've been a precious fool," he muttered, after glancing at Mavis's face before moving away. Devitt scarcely spoke whilst driving Mavis home; consequently, her thoughts had free play.
She asked the hobbledehoy, who took her ticket, where Mrs Devitt lived, at which the youth looked at her in a manner that evidently questioned her sanity at being ignorant of such an important person's whereabouts. Mavis repeated her question more sharply than before. The ticket-collector looked at her open mouthed, glanced up the road and then again to Mavis, before saying: "Here her be."
Then, Miss Annie Mee kindly volunteered to write to the more prosperously circumstanced of the few one-time pupils with whom she had kept up something of a correspondence. Those who replied offered no suggestion of help, with the exception of Mrs Devitt.
One day, Mr Devitt, who, with his family, had showed no disposition to cultivate Mavis's acquaintance, sent for her and asked her if she would like to have a dog. "Nothing I should like better," she replied. "There's only one objection." "One can't look gift dogs in the mouth." "It's a she, a lady dog: there's risk of an occasional family." "I'll gladly take that."
Then she and Harold fell to talking of Melkbridge and Montague Devitt; presently of Victoria. "I hope she was kind to you at Melkbridge," said Harold. "Very," declared Mavis, saying what was untrue. "Dear Vic is a little disappointing. I'm always reproaching myself I don't love her more than I do. Have you ever met the man she married?" "Mr. Perigal? I've met him," replied Mavis.
"Wouldn't hear of it; nothin' to me; only too happy to oblige you," declared Devitt, showing by his manner that he considered the interview at an end. As she walked towards the door, he said: "By the way, where are you stayin'?" "At Mrs Farthing's; it's quite near here." "Quite two miles from us," remarked Devitt, as if more pleased than otherwise at the information. "Quite," answered Mavis.
"What do you mean?" "No one ever does confess everything: something is always kept back." "Don't you think, Eva, you look at things from a very material point of view?" Eva shrugged her narrow shoulders. Mrs Devitt continued: "Now and again, you seem to ignore the good which is implanted in us all." "Perhaps because it's buried so deep down that it's difficult to see."
Upon the strength of this promise, Miss Toombs had prevailed on Mavis to accept five pounds from her; but Mavis had only taken it upon the understanding that the money was a loan. While they were talking outside Miss Toombs's third class compartment, Mavis saw Montague Devitt pass on his way to a first, followed by two porters, who were staggering beneath the weight of a variety of parcels.
"Why?" asked her husband. "Can you ask?" "You mean all that business with poor Mavis Keeves?" "I mean all that business, as you call it, with that abandoned creature whom we were so misguided as to assist." Devitt said nothing; he was well used to his wife's emphatic views on the subject views which were endorsed by her sister. "The whole thing was too distressing for words," she continued.
As if this were not enough to interfere with Mavis's visit, Montague Devitt had met young Sir Archibald Windebank, the bachelor owner of Haycock. Abbey, when going to discharge his duties as borough magistrate, the performance of which he believed might ease his mind of the pain occasioned by his son's illness.
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