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Updated: June 24, 2025
"What luck Mr Poulter's had at the dancing competition! Haven't you come about that?" "I came to see how you were." "Don't you worry about me. I shall be right again soon; reely I shall." Mavis tried to discover if Miss Nippett were properly looked after, but without result, Miss Nippett's mind being wholly possessed by "Poulter's" and its chief.
And he still made appointments with the man, sometimes at Stony Walk, in the Borough, and sometimes at the tavern in Poulter's Court, even though Bozzle not unfrequently neglected to attend the summons of his employer.
Who else d'ye think I meant?" Three days later, Mavis severed her connection with "Poulter's." Mavis was loth to take it; but seeing the dancing-master's distress at her hesitation, she reluctantly pocketed the money. Miss Nippett also gave her a specially taken photograph of herself. "Where's your shawl?" asked Mavis, who missed this familiar adjunct from the photograph.
This particular privilege consisted of Mavis's being taken downstairs to Mr Poulter's private sitting-room.
The glow of a light in an open doorway on the other side of the way next attracted her. She crossed, to find this light came from a lamp which was held aloft by a draped female statue standing just inside the door: beyond the statue was another door, the upper part of which was of glass, the lower of wood. Written upon the glass in staring gilt letters was the name "Poulter's."
"It is usual for 'Poulter's' to ask for references," declared Mr Poulter. "But needless to say that one who has pioneered 'Poulter's' into the forefront of such institutions can read character at a glance." Mavis thanked him for his confidence, but said that she could supply him with testimonials from her last two employers.
"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.
Presently, when Mavis stooped to kiss the wan face before going, Miss Nippett said: "If I was to die, d'ye know what 'ud make me die 'appy?" "Don't talk such nonsense: at your age, too." "If I could just be made a partner in 'Poulter's," continued Miss Nippett. "Not for the money, you understand, reely not for that; but for the honour, as you might say." "I quite understand."
After a few moments' silence, she said: "There's another dancing academy on the other side of the road." Mavis was surprised to see Mr Poulter's gentle expression at once change to a look of intense anger. "Gellybrand's! Gellybrand's! The scoundrel!" cried Mr Poulter, as he thumped his fist upon the table. "I'm sorry. I didn't know," said Mavis. "What?
Poulter's oranges, when light refreshments are supplied, are cut in eights; Gellybrand's" here the old man's voice quivered with indignation "oranges are cut in sixes." "An unfair advantage," remarked Mavis. "That's not all. Gellybrand once declared that I had actually stooped so low as to kiss a married pupil." "Disgraceful!" said Mavis gravely.
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