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He sat beside her. "Now, tell me your address." Mavis shook her head. "Tell me your address." "Nothing on earth will make me." "The man's waiting." "Let him." "Drive anywhere. I'll tell you where to go later," Windebank called to the cabman. The cab started. The man and the girl sat silent.
Mavis also learned that Windebank and Charles Perigal had had words on the subject words which had culminated in blows when Windebank had told Perigal in unmeasured terms what he thought of his conduct to Mavis. As Mavis recalled Windebank's generosity with regard to her illness, it seemed to her that this proposal of marriage was all of a piece with his other behaviour since her baby had died.
This letter was addressed to Sir John Coke, the Secretary of State. Court and Times of Charles I. By D'Israeli, Vol. II., p. 242. S.P., Charles I., France. Scudamore to Windebank, I/121 July, 1636. S.P. Dom., Charles I., Vol. CCCXLIV., No. 58. Sir Kenelm Digby to Edward Lord Conway and Kilultagh, 21/31 January, 1637.
People are staring at us already." "I can't see you so well walking," he complained. They strolled along; as they walked, Windebank half turned, so that his eyes never left her face. "What a beautiful girl you are!" he said. "You mustn't say that." "But it's true. And to think of you working for that outsider Devitt!" "He means well. And I've been very happy there."
Windebank would have been flattered could he have known of Mavis's consideration for his pocket. He and the girl talked when the attendants were out of the way, to stop conversing when they were immediately about them; the two would resume where they had left off, directly they were sure of not being overheard. "Just imagine, if you were little Mavis Keeves grown up," began Windebank.
Mavis, who had been accustomed to consider carefully the spending of a penny, was appalled at the waste. She had hoped that Windebank, after seeing how she was resolved to keep her word, would have countermanded the expensive supper he had ordered; failing this, that the management of the restaurant would not charge for the unconsumed meats and wine.
She recalled the man she had seen standing on the other side of the road, and whom she now believed to have been Windebank. If it were he, and he had been waiting to see her, he had undoubtedly seen her baby. Rage, self-pity at the realisation of her helplessness, defiance, desire to protect the good name of the loved one, filled her being. She walked for some moments in silence, he following.
"Why have you come?" he asked, when the servant had gone. "To see you. Don't you want me?" "Yes, but " "Then sit down and talk; or rather don't. I want to think." "You could have done that better alone." "I want to think," she repeated. They sat for some time in silence, during which Windebank longed to take her in his arms and shower kisses on her lips.
When she got there with Harold and Jill, she welcomed the distractions that London life offered, and in which her husband joined so far as his physical disability would permit. Windebank, to whom Harold took a great liking, and Lady Ludlow introduced Mavis to their many acquaintances. In a very short time, Mavis had more dear, devoted friends than she knew what to do with.
Mavis wondered how they had got there, till it occurred to her how Windebank, pitying her poverty, must have taken the opportunity of putting the money in her pocket when he insisted upon getting and helping her into her coat at the restaurant. She at once told herself that she could not touch a penny piece of it, indeed the touch of it would seem as if it burnt her fingers.
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