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Then, after half an hour of weary waiting, Mrs Trivett came to the door, which Mavis opened with trembling hands. She was alone. Her face proclaimed the fruitlessness of her errand. "Mr Charles Perigal was out for the evening and would not be back till quite late," she had been told.
When the organ stopped, the cold outlines of the church chilled her to the marrow. The snap occasioned by the shutting up of the instrument seemed a signal on the part of some invisible inquisitor that her torments were to recommence. Before Trivett joined her, the sound of the church clock striking the hour smote her ear with its vibrant, insistent notes.
Her eyes rested approvingly on the spotless table appointments. "Poor dear!" exclaimed Mrs Trivett in pitying tones, who waited to see if Mavis had everything she wanted before eating with Mrs Budd in the kitchen. "What's the matter?" asked Mavis. "I knew something dreadful would happen. It's the anniversary of the day on which I had my first lot of new teeth, which gave me such dreadful pain."
Had it been daylight we might have watched to see whether he had got hold of any of the things thrown overboard, but almost immediately after he fell he was lost to view. The gale lasted only a short time. We made sail again as soon as we could, and quickly lost sight of the other vessels. Now that Tom Trivett had gone, my position became harder than ever, as I had no friend to stand up for me.
Custom had cultivated her memory, till now, when nearly every day was the anniversary of something or other, she lived almost wholly in the past, each year being the epitome of her long life. When Trivett shortly came in from his work, he greeted Mavis with respectful warmth; then, he conducted his guest over the farm.
"I'm afraid I don't know enough about the game to be able to decide a question like that," she said. "Then we must consult St. Andrews," said Rupert Bailey. "I'll tell you who might know," said Amanda Trivett, after a moment's thought. "Who is that?" I asked. "My fiance. He has just come back from a golfing holiday. That's why I'm in town this morning. I've been to meet him.
She had never eaten the latter before; she was surprised to find how palatable the dish was. Mr and Mrs Trivett drank small beer, but their guest was regaled with cowslip wine, which she drank out of deference to the wishes of her kind host and hostess. Although Mrs Trivett had heard them a hundred times before, she laughed consumedly at each, as if they were all new to her.
Under his guidance, she inspected the horses, sheep, pigs and cows, to perceive that her conductor was much more interested in their physical attributes than in their contributive value to the upkeep of the farm. "Do 'ee look at the roof of that cow barton," said Trivett presently. "It is a fine red," declared Mavis. "A little Red Riding Hood red, isn't it?
"Can't can't anything be done?" she asked desperately. "It's either the hospital or paying the broker." "How much is it?" "Twenty-nine pounds sixteen." "That's easily got," remarked Mavis. "At once?" asked Mrs Trivett, as her worn face brightened. "I don't suppose I could get it till the morrow. It would be then too late?" "But if you're sure of getting it, something might be arranged."
Her appreciation delighted her husband. When Mavis rose to take her leave, Trivett, despite her protest, insisted upon accompanying her part of the way to Melkbridge. She bade a warm goodbye to kindly Mrs Trivett, who pressed her to come again and as often as she could spare the time. "It do Trivett so much good to see a new face. It help him with his music," she explained.
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