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You have of course heard of the world-renowned Poulter's Pills. I am Poulter!" Poulter of Poulter's Pills! My heart sank within me! A five-pound note! My airy castles were tottering! "I also sent him a couple of hundred of my pamphlets, which I said I trusted he would be so kind as to distribute in the close." I was aghast! "And now, with regard to the special object of my call, Mr. Dale.
She had never quite lost touch with the elderly accompanist; they had sent each other cards at Christmas and infrequently exchanged picture postcards, Miss Nippett's invariably being a front view of "Poulter's," with Mr Poulter on the steps in such a position as not to obscure "Turpsichor" in the background.
"I'm sure of that," said Mavis hypocritically, as she looked at the simple face of the kindly old man. "Suppose we have a game of cards," suggested Mr Poulter presently. "Promise you won't cheat," said Mavis. Mr Poulter laughed uneasily before saying: "'Poulter's' would not occupy its present position if it were not for its straightforward dealing. What shall we play?"
"The statue 'Turpsichor," corrected Mr Poulter. "Turpsichor," in common with other down-at-heel people, had something of a history. She was originally the plaster cast model of a marble statue ordered by a sorrowing widow to grace the last resting-place of the dear departed, a widow, whose first transports of grief were as extravagant as the order she gave to the monumental mason.
"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.
Mavis read a formally worded letter from Mr Poulter, in which he informed Miss Nippett "that, in consideration of her many years' faithful service, he could think of no more fitting way to reward her than by taking her into partnership: in accordance with this resolve, what was formerly known as 'Poulter's' would in future be described for all time as 'Poulter and Nippett's."
She spoke of him to Mr Poulter, who looked perplexed before replying: "Ah, my dear young lady, it's as well for such as you not to inquire too closely into the lives of we who are artistes." When Mavis had put on her hat and cloak, and was leaving the Athenaeum, Miss Nippett called out: "It's all right; you can sleep sound; 'e's pleased with you." "Who?" asked Mavis. "Mr Poulter.
This last recollection so troubled Mr Poulter that Miss Nippett suggested that it was time for him to go and dress. As he left the room, he said to Mavis: "Pray never mention Gellybrand's name in my presence. If I weren't an artiste, I wouldn't mind; as it is, I'm all of a tremble." Mavis promised that she would not, at which the old man's face wore its usual kindly expression.
Poulter has been waiting these twenty minutes, and I am afraid you are not fit to take a lesson now. Dolores looks quite done up! I shall send you both to lie down on your beds and learn your poetry for an hour. And you must write an apology to Mr. Poulter this afternoon. No, don't go in now. Go up at once, Gillian shall bring your books. Does Miss Hacket come?
Lacy, the cow-stealer, having thus got Aris, the intended highwayman, to be his comrade, they came on the 21st of the month called August, 1670, to the meeting of the people called Quakers, where Lacy, with Poulter, had been a month before; and taking for granted that the same who had been there before were there then, they went to a justice of the peace called Sir Thomas Clayton, and swore at all adventure against one Thomas Zachary and his wife, whom Lacy understood to have been there the month before, that they were then present in that meeting; whereas neither the said Thomas Zachary nor his wife were at that meeting, but were both of them at London, above twenty miles distant, all that day, having been there some time before and after; which notwithstanding, upon this false oath of these false men, the Justice laid fines upon the said Thomas Zachary of 10 pounds for his own offence, 10 pounds for his wife's, and 10 pounds for the offence of a pretended preacher, though indeed there was not any that preached at that meeting that day; and issued forth his warrant to the officers of Beaconsfield, where Thomas Zachary dwelt, for the levying of the same upon his goods.
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