“Eh!  Oh, because I say so.”

“Does anyone down there know?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“Then why shouldn’t I go back?”

“There’s no reason, only—­”

“Only what?”

“Let me tell you of my romance.”

“Very well, only—­”

“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 wishing 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 god.  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.”

“Damn 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.”

“What did she say?”

“What could she say?  But, my goodness, wouldn’t she have told some lies if I hadn’t been there, and she had had him all to herself!”

“Lies about me?”

“She hated the sight of you.  She never could forgive you because you were better born than she.  And, would you believe it, she started to set her cap at him.”

“Little cat!”

“He said he would come again to see if we heard any more of you, and, when he went, she actually made eyes at him.  And, if that weren’t enough, she wore her best dress and all her nick-knacks every day till he came again.”

“He did come again?”

“This time he spoke to me.  He went soon after I told him we hadn’t heard of you.”

“Did he send you to town to look for me?”

“I did that on my own.  I traced you to a dancing academy, then to North Kensington, and then to New Cross.”

“Where at New Cross?” asked Mavis, fearful that her friend had inquired for her at Mrs Gowler’s.