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When she got back at midday, she found that, the baby being no better, Mrs Trivett had sent her husband for a doctor who had recently come to Melkbridge; also, that he had promised to call directly after lunch. With this information, Mavis had to possess herself in patience till she learned the doctor's report. That afternoon, the moments were weighted with leaden feet.
She was borne down by an overwhelming torrent of suffering; she flung herself upon the parapet and cried helplessly aloud. Someone touched her arm. She turned, to see Trivett's homely form. "I can't bear it: I can't, I can't!" she cried. Trivett looked pitifully distressed for a few moments before saying: "Would you like me to play?" Mavis nodded.
It would have helped her much if they had been able to betray the slightest consciousness of her longings. But they made no sign; they twinkled with aloof indifference to the grief that wrung her being. Distraught with agonised despair, and shadowed by Trivett, she walked up the principal street of the town, now bereft of any sign of life.
A clew at last! Now to wire the detective no, hold on, we'll go there and rescue him ourselves! We'll go in the airship, and pick up Detective Trivett in New York." "That's the stuff! I'm with you!" "Bless my suspender buttons! So am I, whatever it is!" cried Mr. Damon, entering the room at that moment. "We ought to be somewhere near the place now, Tom." "I think we are, Ned.
By and by, Mrs Trivett gently touched her arm, at which Mavis went downstairs without saying a word. The change from the room upstairs to the homely little parlour had the effect of making her, in some measure, realise her loss: she looked about her with wide, fearful eyes. "My head! my head!" she suddenly cried. "What is it, dear?" asked Mrs Trivett. "Hold it! Hold it, someone!
In return for this inevitable sacrifice, the god of pain bestowed a dignity of mind and bearing upon his votaries, which set them apart, as though they were remote from the thoughtless ruck. While Trivett played, Mavis was eased of some of her pain, her mind being ever receptive to any message that music might offer.
Mrs Trivett had much trouble in making the distraught mother appreciate the wisdom of this advice. She only fell in with the woman's views when she reflected, quite without cause, that the doctor's inevitable questioning might, in some remote way, compromise her lover. Late in the evening, when it was dark, Miss Toombs came round to see how matters were going.
Mr Trivett solemnly shook his head. "What does that mean?" "It's hard to zay. But from what I zee an' from what I hear tell, he be a deal too clever." "Isn't that an advantage nowadays?" "Often. But he's quarrelled with his feyther and zoon gets tired of everything he takes up." Trivett's remarks increased Mavis' sympathy for Perigal.
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.
She was impelled to turn in the direction from which it came, to see Mrs Trivett, tearful, distraught, standing in the doorway. Mavis's eyes expressed a fearful inquiry. "Don't come back! don't come back," wailed the woman. Thus, almost in the same breath, Mavis learned how she had lost both lover and child. Mavis never left the still, white body of her little one.
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