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After the girl had inspected and admired these household gods, she was taken to the window, in order to see the view, now lit by a brilliant full moon. Mavis looked over a desert of waste land and brickfield to a hideous, forbidding-looking structure in the distance. "Ain't it beautiful?" asked Miss Nippett. "Y yes," assented Mavis. "Almost as good as reel country." "Almost."
Thrice Mavis offered to seek him out, but on each occasion Miss Nippett's terrified pleadings not to be left alone constrained her to stay. It wanted a few minutes to eight when Miss Nippett fell into a peaceful doze. Mavis took this opportunity of making herself a much-needed cup of tea. Whilst she was gratefully sipping it, Miss Nippett suddenly awoke to say: "There!
Mavis also discovered where Miss Nippett was buried, and, finding that the grave had no headstone, she ordered one. To Mrs Scatchard and her niece she made handsome presents, and gave Mr Napper a finely bound edition of the hundred best books; whilst Mr and Mrs Trivett were made comfortable for life. Mavis was unable to find two people she was anxious to help.
After breakfast, that was supplied at a previously arranged charge of fourpence, Mavis, fearing the company of her thoughts, betook herself to Miss Nippett in the Blomfield Road. She found her elderly friend in bed, a queer, hapless figure in her pink flannel nightgown. "I haven't heard anything," said Miss Nippett, as soon as she caught sight of Mavis. "Of what?"
As Mavis perceived how his ridiculous talk captivated Miss Jennings, it occurred to her that the vanity of women was such, that this instance of one of their number being impressed by a foolish man's silly conversation was only typical of the manner in which the rest of the sex were fascinated. Mavis was seriously alarmed for Miss Nippett.
She learned how Mr Poulter had been happily married, although childless; also, that his wife had died of a chill caught by walking home, insufficiently clad, from an "All Night" in bleak weather. When the evenings were fine, Mr Poulter would take Miss Nippett and Mavis for a ride on a tram car, returning in time for the night classes.
"There's someone else I'd much sooner see." "Mr Poulter?" "You've guessed right this time. Is there is there any chance of his coming?" asked Miss Nippett wistfully. "There's every chance. The doctor was going to tell him how ill you were." "But you don't understand; these great, big, famous men ain't like me and you. They they forget and " Tears gathered in the red rims of Miss Nippett's eyes.
She beckoned him quickly into the room. He hastened to the bedside, where, after gazing sadly at the all but unconscious Miss Nippett, he knelt to take the woman's wan, worn hand in his. To Mavis's surprise, Miss Nippett's fingers at once closed on those of Mr Poulter.
"You can tell people you've been one of the first to congratulate me," he remarked. "I won't forget. I was sorry to see that Miss Nippett is so unwell." "It's most unfortunate; it so interferes with the evening classes." "But she may get well soon." "I fear not." "Really?" asked Mavis, genuinely concerned for her friend's health. "It's a great pity. Accompanists like her are hard to find.
"That's their look-out," snapped Miss Nippett, who had a heart of stone where the interests of anything antagonistic to "Poulter's" were concerned. At the conclusion of the evening, the band was paid. Mr Baffy got a shilling for his services, which he held in his hand and looked stupidly before him, till he got a cut with a bow from the second violinist, at which he put the money in his pocket.
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