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Updated: June 24, 2025
Trivett was dispatched to Miss Toombs, whilst his wife undertook to deliver Perigal's note at his father's house. Mavis waited by her beloved boy's side while the messengers sped upon their respective errands. Her child was doubly dear to her now that their separation was threatened.
Ever since her interview with Perigal she had realised how everything she valued in life, if not life itself, depended on her implicit faith in him. Now doubts assailed her mind. She knew that if she surrendered to them it meant giving way to despair; she thought of any and all of Perigal's words which she could honestly construe into a resolve on his part to marry her before her child was born.
Acting on the advice of kindly Mrs Scatchard, she had bought, for the sum of one guinea, a confinement outfit from a manufacturer of such things. She unpacked her purchase fearfully. Her heart beat painfully at the thought of the approaching ordeal that the sight of the various articles awakened. At the same time, she saw Perigal's conduct in the cold light of reason.
To all of his arguments, she would reply in a tone admitting no doubt of the unalterable nature of her determination: "I'm doing it for your good, beloved." Shadows grew apace; light clouds laced the west; a hush was in the air, as if trees, bushes, and flowers were listening intently for a message which had evaded them all the day. Perigal's distress wrung Mavis' heart.
"If you won't let me thank you, perhaps you'll let Jill." Mavis held Jill in Perigal's face, when, to the girl's surprise, Jill growled angrily. "What wicked ingratitude!" cried Mavis. "Oh, you naughty Jill!" "Perhaps she's sorry I didn't let her drown," remarked Perigal. "What!" cried Mavis. "She may have wanted to commit suicide." "Jill want to leave me?" "She felt unworthy of you.
With Victoria, Mavis believed, at first, that she had better luck, Mrs Charlie Perigal's sentiments and manner of expressing them being all that the most exigent fancy might desire; but as time wore on, Mavis got no further with her sister-in-law; she could never feel that she and Victoria had a single heart beat in common.
When she presently heard the postman's knock at the door, her heart beat painfully; she lay in an immense suspense, with her hands pressed against her throbbing head. To her unspeakable relief, it was in Perigal's handwriting, and bore the Melkbridge postmark. She tore it open, to read the following: "MY DEAREST GIRL, Why no letter? Are you well?
Again and again the thought would recur to her that she might have been Windebank's wife at any time that she had cared to encourage his overtures, and if she were desirable as a wife in his eyes, why not in Charlie Perigal's! Gregarious instincts ran in her blood. For all her frequent love of solitude, there were days when her soul ached for the companionship of her own social kind.
Now and again, where the water had collected in wide pools, she had, with Perigal's assistance, to make use of stepping stones, to espy which was often difficult. They picked their way down and down for quite a long time, till Mavis began to wonder if they would ever discover an outlet.
She was a little consoled by Perigal's letter, but, in her heart of hearts, something told her that, despite his brave words, the marriage was indefinitely postponed; indeed, it was more than doubtful if it would ever take place at all.
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