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"There's no one to see you." Mavis looked dubious. "It's either that or picking up 'boys," remarked Miss Meakin. "Picking up boys!" echoed Mavis, with a note of indignation in her voice. "It's what the girls do here if they don't want to go hungry." "But I don't quite understand." "Didn't you come here through old Orgles's influence?" asked Miss Meakin guardedly.
Pretty carpenter's work Hosking was likely to teach him! Now, after the way of women, the deed was no sooner done than Mrs. Geen began to repent it. She knew very well that her dear boy would run into danger; but she kept her trouble to herself until there arrived at Ardevora a new Methodist preacher called Meakin.
And then, seeing the preacher was upset, and wishing to keep things as pleasant as possible, she went on, "I don't see no crime in learning to be a carpenter." "By your own showing," said Mr. Meakin, "he is in danger of being led into smuggling by wild companions." "Nothing wild about John Carter," she held out.
"And what's happened to you all this long time?" asked Miss Meakin, as she sat on the edge of a chair in the manner of one receiving a formal call. "To begin with, I'm married," said Mavis hurriedly, at which piece of information her friend's face fell. "Any family?" she asked anxiously. "N-no not yet."
So good of you to call!" cried Miss Meakin, not a little affectedly, so Mavis thought, as she raised her hand high above her head to shake hands with her friend in a manner that was once considered fashionable in exclusive Bayswater circles. She then opened the door wide enough for Mavis to edge her way in.
Mavis rightly guessed this was caused by the forcible ejection of the lodger who had failed with his rent. To Mavis' surprise, Miss Meakin did not make any reference to this disturbance, but went on talking as if she were living in a refined atmosphere which was wholly removed from possibility of violation. "There's one thing I should tell you," said Miss Meakin, as Mavis rose to take her leave.
"A man who, as you might say, has had the eyes of Europe upon him." "Ah!" sighed Miss Meakin. "And me, too, who am, as it were, an outpost of blood in this no-class neighbourhood," continued Mrs Scatchard. Mavis wondered when she would be able to get away. "My father was a tax-collector," Mrs Scatchard informed Mavis. "Indeed!" said the latter. "And in a most select London suburb.
Upon Mavis untruthfully replying that she did, Mr Napper gave a further effort to impress, not only her, but others seated about them; he talked his jargon of scientific and philosophical phrases at the top of his voice. She was relieved when she was rid of his company. She then took train to Shepherd's Bush, where she called on Miss Meakin as promised.
But as voices raised in angry altercation could be heard immediately outside the front door, Miss Meakin detained Mavis, asking, in the politest tone, advice on the subject of the most fashionable material to wear at a select dinner party. "I've quite given up 'Browning," she told Mavis, "he's so old-fashioned to up-to-date people.
"Come insoide. 'E's 'avin' 'is tea." Mavis followed the drab along a passage: at the end of this was a door, above which was inscribed "Ladies' Cloak Room." Opening this, the drab said mechanically: "Walk insoide. What nime?" "Miss Keeves. I've come from Miss Meakin."
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