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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Bite yer wedding ring and trus' in Gawd," remarked Mrs Gowler, in the manner of one mechanically repeating a formula. "This is what some of the gay gentlemen could do with." "It's it's terrible," moaned Mavis. "'Cause it's your first. When you've been here a few times, it's as easy as kiss me 'and."
"I won't trouble you." Mavis went down to the passage, taking with her the evil-smelling lamp: the spilled oil upon the outside of this greased Mavis's fingers. To save her strength, she cut the cords with which her trunk was bound with a kitchen knife, borrowed from Mrs Gowler for this purpose. She took from this box such articles as she might need for the night.
When Mrs Gowler brought in the midday meal, which to-day consisted of fried fish and potatoes from the neighbouring fried fish shop, Mavis said: "If that man comes here again, I'll order him out." "The doctor!" gasped Mrs Gowler. "He's an impostor. He's no doctor." "'E's as good as one any day, an' much cheaper." "How dare he come into my room! I shall stop the shilling out of my bill."
In the event of Mavis wanting medical advice, Mrs Gowler had an arrangement with a doctor by which he charged the moderate fee of a shilling a visit to any of her patients that required his services. The extreme reasonableness of the terms inclined Mavis to decide on going to Mrs Gowler's. "There's only one thing," she said: "I've a dog; she's a great pet and quite clean.
"Will five shillings do?" "It'll do," admitted Mrs Gowler grudgingly, although the deposit she usually received was half a crown. "I feel rather faint. Is there anywhere I can sit down for a minute?" asked Mavis. "If you don't mind the kitchen. P'raps you'd like a cup of tea. I always keep it ready on the fire." Mavis thanked her and followed Mrs Gowler to the room indicated.
The woman entered into a confused explanation, which Mavis cut short by saying: "I've heard about your tricks. If I have any more bother from you, I shall go straight from here to the police station." "Gawd's truth! Why did I ever take you in?" grumbled Mrs Gowler as she waddled downstairs. "I might 'ave known you was a cat by the colour of your 'air."
Mrs Gowler!" cried a woman's voice frantically. But the woman had to call many times before her voice triumphed over the thickness of the kitchen door and the noise of the meal. "Oo is it?" asked Mrs Gowler, when she presently came from the kitchen, with her mouth full of bread, cheese, stout, and spring onions. "Liz Mrs Summerville!" replied the woman.
Two minutes later, Mrs Gowler threw the door wide open to admit Dr Baldock. Mavis saw a short, gross-looking, middle-aged man, who was dressed in a rusty frock-coat; he carried an old bowler hat and two odd left-hand gloves. Mrs Gowler detailed Mavis's symptoms, the while Dr Baldock stood stockstill with his eyes closed, as if intently listening to the nurse's words.
For all anyone cared, her baby might have been born on the step. After knocking and waiting for quite a long time, the door was opened by a sad-faced girl, who, with the remains of a fresh complexion, looked as if she were countryborn and bred. "Mrs Gowler?" asked Mavis wearily. Without making any reply, the young woman left the door open and disappeared up the stairs.
Mavis toiled up the stairs with an armful of belongings, preceded by Mrs Gowler carrying the lamp, the woman impressed at the cut and material of which her last arrival's garments were made. "I thought we'd 'ave a friendly little chat, my dear," remarked Mrs Gowler, as if to explain her hospitality.
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