"I can't say I have."
By way of explanation, Miss Nippett handed Mavis one of a pile of prospectuses at her elbow; she at once recognised the familiar pamphlet that extolled Mr Poulter's wares.
"See! 'E's got my name on the 'pectus. 'All particulars from Poulter's or Miss Nippett, 19 Blomfield Road, W.' Isn't that something to talk about and think over?"
Mavis hastily assented; she was about to ask for Miss Meakin's address, but Miss Nippett was too quick for her.
"D'ye think he'll win?"
"Who?"
"Mr Poulter, of course. 'Aven't you 'eard?"
"Tell me."
"Oh, I say, you are ignorant! He's competing for the great cotillion prize competition. I thought everybody knew about it."
"I think I've heard something. But could you tell me Miss Meakin's address?"