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In reply, she received a telegram, curtly telling her to be outside Dippenham station on Saturday afternoon at four. This was on a Wednesday. Mavis's anxiety to hear from Perigal was such that her troubled blood set up a raging abscess in the root of a tooth that was scarcely sound.
I catch again the sense of my dreadfully seeing something at that moment, catch the wild flash, under the steward's words, of Jasper Nettlepoint leaping, with a mad compunction in his young agility, over the side of the ship. I hasten to add, however, that no such incident was destined to contribute its horror to poor Grace Mavis's unwitnessed and unlighted tragic act.
She was impelled to turn in the direction from which it came, to see Mrs Trivett, tearful, distraught, standing in the doorway. Mavis's eyes expressed a fearful inquiry. "Don't come back! don't come back," wailed the woman. Thus, almost in the same breath, Mavis learned how she had lost both lover and child. Mavis never left the still, white body of her little one.
As if this were not enough to interfere with Mavis's visit, Montague Devitt had met young Sir Archibald Windebank, the bachelor owner of Haycock. Abbey, when going to discharge his duties as borough magistrate, the performance of which he believed might ease his mind of the pain occasioned by his son's illness.
If Steve had his mother behind him, he had taken her to his own home; that, in Mavis's absence, was not right, and, burning with sudden rage, the boy hurried up the branch. The cabin was dark and at the gate he gave a shrill, imperative "Hello!" In a few minutes the door opened and the tousled head of his cousin was thrust forth. "Is my mammy hyeh?" he called hotly. "Yep," drawled Steve.
At the same time, one of the factory foremen came into the office and put an envelope into Mavis's hand. She paid no attention to this last beyond stuffing it into a pocket of her frock. Her one concern was to reach the Broughton Road with as little delay as possible.
They also went to Kew Gardens and Richmond Park. Mavis had not, for many long weeks, known such happiness as that furnished by Miss Toombs's society. Her broad views of life diminished Mavis's concern at the fact of her being a mother without being a wife. Mavis was silent. She wished that she were journeying over the hundred miles which lay between where she stood and her lover.
"What do you mean?" she asked lightly. "Meeting with you down here." Thus they talked for quite a long while. Long before they separated for the day, Mavis's eyes had been smiling into his. "You're late!" "I always am. I've been trying to make myself charming." "That wouldn't be difficult." "You think so?" "I'm sure of it." Mavis spoke lightly, but Harold's voice was eloquent of conviction.
Womanlike, Mavis would sometimes try to discover her power over him, but although no trouble was too great for him to take in order to oblige her, Mavis's most provoking moods neither weakened his allegiance nor made him other than his calm, collected self. "No! Miss Toombs is mistaken," thought Mavis. "He doesn't love me; he but understands and pities me."
Much to her surprise and considerably to her mind's disquiet, Windebank hotly attempted to dissuade her from this course. He urged a variety of reasons, the chief of which was the risk she ran of the fact of her motherhood being discovered. But he might as well have talked to Jill, who accompanied the party. Mavis's mind was made up.
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