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Updated: May 29, 2025
As the servants were bringing in tea, Mavis could no longer bear the confinement of the house; she hurried past the two men to go out of the front door. She walked at random, going anywhere so long as she obeyed the passion for movement which possessed her. Some way from the house, she chanced upon Windebank, who was standing under a tree. "Why are you here?" she asked, as she stood before him.
While Mavis was tortured with self-reproach at having told a lie, soup, in gilt cups, was set before Windebank and Mavis, the latter of whom was more than ever resolved to accept no hospitality from the man who appeared sincerely anxious to befriend her.
Dated at my house in Drury Lane, 1 May 1639. Fran. Windebank. It was in Duke's Place, Aldgate. Samuel Hartlib at his house in Duke's Place, London." There is nothing of importance in the letter; which is mainly about books Meade would like Hartlib to send to certain persons named one of them Dr. Twisse, afterwards Prolocutor of the Westminster Assembly.
The women, who praised her and her devotion "to a perfect dear of a husband" to her face, would, after enjoying her hospitality, go away to discuss openly how soon she would elope with Windebank, or any other man they fancied was paying her attention. Mavis was not a little surprised by the almost uniform behaviour of the men who frequented her house.
The waiters removed the soup, to substitute, almost immediately, an appetising preparation of fish. At the same time an elderly, important-mannered man poured out wine with every conceivable elaboration of his office. "Don't refuse this. The place is famous for it," urged Windebank. "You know what I said. I mean it more than ever." "Don't you know that obstinacy is one of the seven deadly sins?"
When he was introduced by Windebank, Mavis saw that he had soldier written all over his wiry, spare person; she congratulated herself upon meeting a man who might talk of the stirring events in which he had taken so prominent a part. He had only time to tell Mavis how she more resembled her mother than her father when a move was made for the dining-room. Mavis was taken down by Windebank.
The faint blurs on the landing pier gradually assumed human shape; one on which she fixed her eyes became suspiciously like Windebank. When she could no longer doubt that he was waiting to greet her, she went downstairs to her cabin, to pin a bright ribbon on her frock. When he joined her on the steamer, neither of them spoke for a few moments. "I got your letter from " he began.
When, twenty-four hours later, Mavis moved in, she found that Windebank had already sent in a profusion of wines, meats, fruit and flowers for her use. She was wishing she could send them back, when Mrs Taylor came into her sitting-room with her hands to her head.
Here, she opened the door, and in three or four journeys to her room relieved Windebank of his burdens. She was loth to let him go. Seeing that her baby was sleeping peacefully, she said to Windebank, when she joined him outside: "I'll walk a little way with you." "It's very good of you." As they walked towards Victoria, neither of them seemed eager for speech.
The next moment she would have given much to have been able to recall them. "For me," said Windebank gravely. "And I know I'd have made you happy." "I believe you would," admitted Mavis, wishing to atone for her thoughtless remark. As if moved by a common impulse, they crossed Lupus Street and sought the first quiet thoroughfare which presented itself.
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