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The wan fingers grasped tighter and tighter; the smile faded a little before becoming fixed. Another moment, and "Poulter's" had lost the most devoted servant which it had ever possessed. Mavis and Jill stood outside Mrs Gowler's, in the late evening of the Wednesday after the day on which Miss Nippett had commenced her long, long rest.
Mavis looked at him in surprise. "Of course you have, and have come to congratulate me," he continued. "I'm glad you've been successful," said Mavis, now divining the reason of his elation. Just think of it!" "I congratulate you," said Mavis. Mr Poulter's features weakened into a broad smile eloquent of an immense satisfaction.
She went down the stairs, and out of the house, and at the end of Poulter's Alley found the cab which was waiting for her. Trevelyan, as soon as he was alone, rang the bell, and sent for Bozzle. And while the waiter was coming to him, and until his myrmidon had appeared, he continued to stalk up and down the room, waving his hand in the air as though he were continuing his speech.
"These people will send things in my maiden name," said Mavis, as she wondered if Mr Poulter's suspicions had been aroused by similar packages having occasionally arrived for her addressed in the same way. "It was only to be expected. From your professional association with the academy, they would think it only proper to address you by 'Miss' and your maiden name," remarked guileless Mr Poulter.
Then, as if to clinch the matter, he added, "Poulter's 'Special and Select' is two shillings, with carriages at eleven. Gellybrand's is one and six, with carriages at eleven thirty." "Disgraceful!" commented Mavis, who was anxious to soothe Poulter's ruffled sensibilities. "That is not all.
"I've never 'ad time to get married, there's so much to do at 'Poulter's. You know! Still, there's no knowing." Mavis, distressed as she was, could hardly restrain a smile. "I've news too," went on Miss Nippett. "Have you?" asked Mavis, who was burning to get to the reason of her call. "Ain't you heard of it?" "I can't say I have."
He sank into my best armchair, and placed his bag on the floor beside him. "Since we met in the afternoon," he said, "I have written a letter to your dean, expressing the great pleasure I felt in listening to your choir, and at the same time I inclosed a five-pound note, which I begged him to divide among the choir boys and men, from Alexander Poulter, Esq., of Poulter's Pills.
Three days before Mavis left "Poulter's," she assisted at a Third Saturday Night which was held, as usual, on that Saturday of the month at the Athenaeum, Shepherd's Bush. Mavis, dressed in her one evening frock and wearing her few trinkets, went to the Athenaeum an hour before the public was expected, in order to rehearse with the "Godolphin Band," which was always engaged for these occasions.
Then, although she feared to believe the evidence of her ears, a knock was heard at the door. After what seemed an interval of centuries, she heard footsteps ascending the stairs. Mavis glanced at Miss Nippett. She was horrified to see that her friend was heedless of Mr Poulter's possible approach. She moved quickly to the door. To her unspeakable relief, Mr Poulter stood outside.
Upon Mavis's third visit to Miss Nippett after her interview with Mr Poulter, she noticed a change in the sick woman's appearance; she was sitting up in bed with a face wreathed in smiles. "'Ave you 'eard?" she cried excitedly, when she saw Mavis. "Heard what?" asked Mavis innocently. "'Bout me an' 'Poulter's. You don't mean to say you 'aven't 'eard!" "I hope it's good news." "Good! Good!
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