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Updated: May 29, 2025
It was brought home to her, and with no uncertain voice, how, in surrendering herself to her lover, she was no longer his adored Mavis, but nothing more nor less than his "thing," who was wholly, completely in his power, to make or mar as he pleased. During these three months, she had seen or heard nothing of Windebank, so concluded that he was away.
"You've forgotten your cab," she remarked. "What cab?" "The one you told to wait outside." "What of it?" "Won't he charge?" "Of course. What of it?" "What an extravagance!" she commented. She could say no more; a procession of dishes commenced: meats, ices, sweetmeats, fruit, wines, coffee, liqueurs; all of which were refused, first by Mavis, then by Windebank.
When he came out of the court house, and was about to get into his motor, Windebank again approached him, but in such a manner that made Devitt wonder if he had been hanging about on purpose to speak to him. Windebank made one or two remarks about nothing in particular.
It was not in the nature of things, after all that had occurred, for Windebank to want her in a way in which she would wish to be desired by the man of her choice. Here was, apparently, no overmastering passion, but pity excited by her misfortunes.
She was coming back from posting the letter, when she was overtaken by Windebank, who was driving a superb motor car. He pulled up by the kerb of the pavement on which she was walking. "Good morning," he cried cheerily. "I was coming to take you out." "Shopping?" she asked. "To have a day in the country. Jump in and we'll drive back for the youngster." "It's very kind of you, but "
Windebank she was sure of, whereas she was not so confident of Perigal; but she was forced to admit that the elusive and more subtle personality of the latter appealed more to her imagination than the other's stability. Presently, she left her lodgings and walked slowly towards the canal, which was in a contrary direction to that in which lay the Avon.
Then it occurred to her how often Archie Windebank had walked on the same platform Archie Windebank, who was now on the sea so many hundreds of miles from where she stood. She wondered if he ever found time to think of her. She sighed. Seeing that the station-master was disengaged, she approached the spectacled, dapper little man and told him of her wants. "Would it be for long?" he asked.
The many leanings of her mind struggled for precedence; very soon, concern for the lie that she had told the man, who it was now evident wished her well, possessed her to the exclusion of all else. She suffered tortures of self-reproach, which became all but unendurable. Windebank, who had been walking between her and the curb, suddenly moved so that she was on the outside.
A little later, she came out carrying the sleeping baby in her arms. Mavis's heart inclined to Windebank for his request; at the same time, she knew well that, were she a man, and in his present situation, she would not be the least interested in the loved woman's child, whose father was a successful rival. Windebank uncovered the little one's face. He looked at it intently for a while.
"Archie Windebank. He wrote from India." "What did he say?" asked Mavis, striving to conceal the interest she felt. "I forget, for the moment, what it was. If I remember, I'll tell you." "Don't forget." "He's rather keen on you, isn't he?" "How should I know?" "He's a fool if he isn't." "What makes you think he is?" "I'd only an idea. Are you coming to Broughton?" "I'll compromise.
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