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Updated: May 4, 2025
She lived in Blomfield Road, Shepherd's Bush, a depressing, blind little street, at the end of which was a hoarding; this latter shut off a view of a seemingly boundless brickfield. Miss Nippett rented a top back room at number 19, where, on one Sunday afternoon, Mavis, being previously invited, went to tea.
Presently, in the cosiness of the bed-sitting room, Miss Nippett became confidential. "Are you ambitious?" she asked. "I don't know," replied Mavis. "I mean REELLY ambitious." "What do you mean by that?" "Well, like I am. I'm reelly ambitious." "Indeed!" "I want to be a partner in 'Poulter's. Not for the money, you understand, but for the honour. If I was made a partner, I'd die 'appy. See?"
Amongst other things, she obtained the American clock which had belonged to her old friend Miss Nippett. Mr Poulter, to whom the accompanist had left her few possessions, had prevailed on Mavis to accept this as a memento of her old friend.
Mavis found herself reflecting on the futility of life, if all it led to were such a pitifully unequal struggle as that going on before her eyes. Then she remembered how she had been taught that this world was but a preparation for the joyous life in the next; also, that directly Miss Nippett ceased to breathe it would mean that she was entering upon her existence in realms of bliss.
"What d'ye think of that?" asked Miss Nippett. "It's only what you deserved." "There's no going back on it now it's in black and white." "He wouldn't wish to." "It's proof, ain't it, legal an' all that?" "Absolute. I congratulate you," said Mavis, as she took the wan white hand in hers. "Even now I can't b'lieve it's true," sighed the accompanist, as she sank exhausted on her pillows.
"I don't want to give the 'Bush' the chance of saying Poulter never shows himself outside the walls of the academy," remarked the dancing-master complacently. "There's so much jealousy of fame in the 'Bush," added Miss Nippett.
She reflected in what a sad case would be humanity, if there were no loving Father to welcome the bruised and weary traveller, arrived at the end of life's pilgrimage, with loving words or healing sympathy. In her heart of hearts, she envied Miss Nippett the heavenly solace and divine compassion which would soon be hers.
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