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Updated: May 23, 2025
The ante-room was quite full and visitors were still arriving, but it was possible to hear oneself speak occasionally. Trivett and Eames, in sack and sash, sat side by side on a table, their hats at a ravishing angle, coquettishly twiddling their tied feet. In the intervals of singing 'Put Me Among the Girls, they sipped whisky-and-soda held to their lips by, I regret to say, a Major.
Mavis would have sent for a doctor at once, but Mrs Trivett pointed out that doctors could do next to nothing for sick babies beyond ordering them to be kept warm and to have nourishment in the shape of two drops of brandy in water every two hours; also, that if it were necessary to have skilled advice, the doctor had better be sent for when Mavis was at the boot factory; otherwise, he might ask questions bearing on matters which, just now, Mavis would prefer not to make public.
While she waited, none of the sacred associations of the church spoke to her heart; her soul was bruised with pain, rendering her incapable of being moved by the ordinary suggestions of the place. Then Trivett played. Mavis's highly-strung, distraught mind ever, when sick as now, seeking the way of health, listened intently, devoutly, to the message of the music.
I'm glad you be coming zoon; the colour of the young grass be wonderful." "Indeed!" remarked Mavis, as she looked at him, surprised. "That's the advantage of varming," continued Trivett: "you zee natur in zo many colours and zo many moods." Thus talking, they reached the churchyard gates, where Mavis released Jill, who was delighted at being set at liberty.
"Would the man take my word?" "No. But he might know someone who would lend the money in a way that would be convenient." "See him at once. Find out if anything can be done," urged the distracted mother. Five minutes later, whilst Mavis was waiting in suspense, Mrs Trivett came up to say that the doctor had come again.
The door was opened by a homely, elderly woman, who dropped a curtsey directly when she saw Mavis, who explained who she was. "You're kindly welcome, miss, if you'll kindly walk inside. Trivett will be in soon." Mavis followed the woman to the parlour, where her hostess dusted the chair before she was allowed to sit. "Do please sit down," urged Mavis, as Mrs Trivett continued to stand.
"These two gentlemen," I explained, "have been playing a match, and a point has arisen on which the judges do not find themselves in agreement. We need an unbiased outside opinion, and we should like to put it up to you. The facts are as follows:..." Amanda Trivett listened attentively, but, when I had finished, she shook her head.
If Mavis were inclined to forget Perigal, which she was not, the scent of the violets was enough to keep him in her mind until they withered. She did not write to acknowledge the gift; she reserved her thanks till their next meeting, which she believed would not long be delayed. Trivett at Pennington Farm.
During the short meal, neither husband nor wife said much. Mavis wondered if this taciturnity were due to any suspicions they might entertain of Mavis's unwedded state. But when Mrs Trivett came upstairs with her, she sat on the bed and burst into tears.
He says Wontner ought to learn manners first, but we thought Trivett turned to Eames, who was less a son of the house than himself, Eames's father being still alive. 'Then, Eames went on, 'he became rather noisome, and we thought we might as well impound the correspondence' he wrinkled his swelled left eye 'and after that, we got him to take a seat in my car.
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