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Updated: June 29, 2025
The manager conducted Mavis to the board room, where she found Mr Devitt standing before the fire. Directly he saw her, he came forward with outstretched hand. "Good morning, Miss Keeves. Why " He paused, to look at her with some concern. "What's the matter?" she asked. "You're different. If I may say so, you look so much more grown up." "I've had rather a rough time since I last saw you."
"I'd have broken off the marriage, even at the last moment, for Charles's share in it, but for the terrible scandal which would have been caused." "Well, well; it's all over and done with now," sighed Devitt. "I'm not so sure; one never knows what an abandoned girl, as Miss Keeves has proved herself to be, is capable of!" "True!" remarked Miss Spraggs. "Come! come!" said Devitt.
I married Mr my husband six years ago." "I suppose he knew him?" "I gather so." Very soon after, the two men came into the drawing-room, having considerably curtailed the time they usually devoted to their cigars. "We were discussing getting something to do for Miss Keeves," said Mrs Devitt. "You haven't thought of anything?" asked her husband. "Not yet," replied his wife.
By way of reply, his father read from Miss Mee's letter: "'In conclusion, I am proud to admit that Miss Keeves has derived much benefit from so many years' association with one who has endeavoured to influence her curriculum with the writin's of the late Mr Ruskin, whose acquaintance it was the writer's inestimable privilege to enjoy.
Thus it came about that a letter was written to Miss Annie Mee, Brandenburg College, Aynhoe Road, West Kensington Park, London, W., saying that Mrs Devitt would expect Miss Keeves, for an interview, by the train that left Paddington for Melkbridge at ten on Friday next; also, that she would defray her third-class travelling expenses.
To her boundless astonishment, she learned that Major Perigal, "on account of the esteem in which he held the daughter of his old friend, Colonel Keeves," had left Mavis all his worldly goods, with the exception of bequests to servants and five hundred pounds to his son Charles. Thus it would seem as if fate wished to make amends for the sorry tricks it had played Mavis.
But the glance hardened into a look of deadly seriousness as her eyes fell on what was written. She re-read the letter two or three times before she grasped its import. "Dear Miss Keeves," it ran, "it is with the very deepest regret that I write to say that certain facts have come to my knowledge with regard to the way in which you spent your holiday last year at Polperro.
Is your name Mavis Weston Keeves?" Mavis had decided what to reply if further directly questioned. "No, it isn't," she answered. "Confound! I might have known. It's much too good to be true."
Harold's marriage to Miss Keeves was in the nature of a great surprise, but if it brought her brother happiness she would be the last to regret it; she hoped that, despite past events, she would be able to welcome her brother's wife as a sister; she would not fail to come in time to greet her sister-in-law, but she would leave her husband in town, as he had important business to transact.
Is your name Mavis Keeves: Mavis Weston Keeves in full?" "You know it isn't. That woman told you what it was." "She didn't tell you my name, and I thought she might have done the same by you. And when I saw that expression in your face " "Who is Mavis Keeves?" "A little girl I knew when I was a kid. She'd hair and eyes like yours, and when I saw you then but you haven't answered my question.
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