Part 101 (1/2)
”When I tell you I'm in love, I don't think you ought to interrupt,”
remarked Miss Toombs.
”I only wanted to know why I mustn't dream of going back to Melkbridge,” said Mavis anxiously.
”Because I can get you a better job elsewhere. There now!”
”Let's hear of your love affair,” said Mavis, partly satisfied by Miss Toombs's reason for not wis.h.i.+ng her to return to the place where her lover was.
”Five weeks ago, a man strode into our office at the factory; tall, big, upright, sunburned.”
”Who was he?” asked Mavis.
”He wasn't a man at all; he was a G.o.d. And his clothes! Oh, my dear, my heart came up in my mouth. And when he gave me his card--”
”Who was he?” interrupted Mavis.
”Can't you guess?”
”Give it up.”
”Captain Sir Archibald Windebank.”
”Really!”
”I wish it hadn't been. I've never forgotten him since.”
”What did he want?”
”You!”
”Me?”
”You, you lucky girl! Has he ever kissed you?”
”Once.”
”d.a.m.n you! No, I don't mean that. You were made for love. But why didn't you hold him in your arms and never let him go? I should have.”
”That's not a proper suggestion,” laughed Mavis. ”What did he want me for?”
”He wanted to find out what had become of you.”
”What did you tell him?”
”I didn't get much chance. Directly he saw Miss Hunter was nice-looking, he addressed all his remarks to her.”
”Not really?”
”A fact. Then I got sulky and got on with my work.”