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To her surprised delight, the fifth morning's post had brought her a letter from Mr Devitt, which told her that, if she would start at once for Melkbridge, she could earn a pound a week in the office of a boot manufactory, of which he was managing director; the letter had also contained postal orders for three pounds to pay the expenses of her moving from London to Wiltshire.
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.
Mavis was not long in discovering that the command of money provided her with a means of escape from the prepossessions afflicting her mind. The first thing she did was to summon the most renowned nerve specialists to Melkbridge, where they held a lengthy consultation in respect of Harold's physical condition.
She could only conclude that they believed that in journeying to Melkbridge, as she purposed, she ran a great risk of her motherhood being discovered. The next morning, Mavis set about looking for the new rooms which she had promised Windebank to get. Now she could afford to pay a reasonable price for accommodation, she was enabled to insist upon good value for the money.
After many false scents, she discovered, that for Perigal to catch the train at Bristol for South Wales, he must leave Melkbridge for Dippenham by the 8.15. Always a creature of impulse, she scrambled into her clothes, swallowed a mouthful of tea, pinned on her hat, caught up her gloves, and, almost before she knew what she was doing, was walking quickly towards the station.
I'm quite an old woman." "That's what I was going to say." "Thanks." "I knew you'd be pleased. May I have my collar?" "It's that naughty Jill. I am so sorry." Mavis rescued the collar from the dog's unwilling mouth. "How did you know it was me?" "I guessed." "Nonsense!" "Why nonsense?" "You aren't clever enough." "Quite right. The pater told me you were to be found in Melkbridge." "Your father!
As if to escape from its clutch, she ran across the meadows in the direction of Melkbridge, closely followed by Trivett. Memories of the dead child's father crowded upon her as she ran. It seemed that she was for ever alone, separated from everything that made life tolerable by an impassable barrier of pain.
She told herself how, in doing what she had resolved upon doing only in the last extremity, she was giving no more hurt to her pride than it received, several times daily, in her hopeless search for work. A startling occurrence had put the fear of London into her heart and decided her to write to Melkbridge.
"This is peace," exclaimed Mavis, who was entranced with the change from dirty, mean Pimlico. "As your life should always be, little Mavis." "It is going to be." "But what are you going to do till this marriage comes off?" Mavis told him how it was arranged that she was soon to commence work at Melkbridge.
"And we all but had her in the house," urged Mrs Devitt, much irritated at her husband's tacit support of the girl. "Anyway, she's far away from us now," said Devitt. "Where has she gone?" asked Miss Spraggs. "Somewhere in Dorsetshire," Devitt informed her. "If she hadn't gone, I should have made it my duty to urge her to leave Melkbridge," remarked Mrs Devitt.
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