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Updated: June 13, 2025
That seemed to be a cul-de-sac in the way of leading up to the important subject, and the Major tried another turning. "Good, well-fought game of bridge we had yesterday," he said. "Just met Mrs. Plaistow; she stopped on for a chat after we had gone." "Dear Diva; she loves a good gossip," said Miss Mapp effusively. "Such an interest she has in other people's affairs. So human and sympathetic.
"Couldn't say, I'm sure," she said. Miss Mapp appeared to recollect, and smiled as far back as her wisdom-teeth. "I have it," she said. "It was the wool I ordered at Heynes's, and then he sold it you, and I couldn't get any more." "So it was," said Diva. "Upset you a bit. There was the wool in the shop. I bought it." "Yes, dear; I see you did. But that wasn't what I popped in about.
She was quite aware that Miss Mapp said "pop" in crude inverted commas, so to speak, for purposes of mockery, and so she said it herself more than ever. "I'll tell my maid to pop down and open the door."
She wanted no assistance from others in this: Diva, for instance, with her jerky ways would be only too apt to jar on him, and her black dress might remind him of his loss if Miss Mapp had asked her to go shares in the task of making the Major's evenings less lonely.
"Well, lady fair," he said. "Gossip will have it that ye Prince of Wales is staying at Ardingly for the Sunday; indeed, he will, I suppose, pass through Tilling on Saturday afternoon " Miss Mapp put her forefinger to her forehead, as if trying to recollect something. "Yes, now somebody did tell me that," she said. "Major Flint, I believe.
Having averted this danger, Miss Mapp, with her radiant, excited face, seemed to be bearing all the misery very courageously, and as Diva could no longer be restrained from starting on her morning round they plunged together into the maelstrom of the High Street, riding and whirling in its waters with the solution of the portmanteau and the early train for life-buoy.
No doubt other ladies would have hurried up their new gowns, or at least have camouflaged their old ones, in honour of the annual inauguration of evening bridge, but Miss Mapp had no misgivings about being outshone. She did not look ill she was satisfied as to that she looked gorgeous and a little wan.
In fact, if the truants were there, it was no use bothering about the sweet stars any more, and Diva would already have won.... There was a sweet moon as well, and just as baffled Miss Mapp was turning away from the window, she saw that which made her positively glue her nose to the cold window-pane, and tuck the curtain in, so that her silhouette should not be visible from outside.
I was bowing and smiling on this side and that till I felt quite dizzy." "And was the Prince of Wales there?" asked Diva, beginning to wind her head up again. She did not care about the crowds. "No, he wasn't there," said Mrs. Poppit, determined to have no embroidery in her story, however much other people, especially Miss Mapp, decorated remarkable incidents till you hardly recognized them.
It was news to Miss Mapp if they did. They stopped, and Mr. Wyse quite clearly pointed to some celestial object, moon or star, and they both gazed at it. The sight of two such middle-aged people behaving like this made Miss Mapp feel quite sick, but she heroically continued a moment more at her post.
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