"Quite right!" cried Miss Jennings, who was now quite perked up.
"You're very fond of admiration," exclaimed Mr Napper, after a further pause.
"She isn't; she isn't," cried Mr Webb, as his hold tightened on the loved one's form.
More was said by Mr Napper in the same strain, which greatly increased not only Miss Jennings's sense of self-importance, but her interest in Mr Napper.
As Mavis perceived how his ridiculous talk captivated Miss Jennings, it occurred to her that the vanity of women was such, that this instance of one of their number being impressed by a foolish man's silly conversation was only typical of the manner in which the rest of the sex were fascinated.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
MISS 'PETT'S APOTHEOSIS
Mavis was seriously alarmed for Miss Nippett. Her friend was so ill that she insisted upon a doctor being called in. After examining the patient, he told her that Miss Nippett was suffering from acute influenza; also, that complications were threatening. He warned Mavis of the risk of catching the disease, which, in her present condition, might have serious consequences; but she had not the heart to leave her friend to the intermittent care of the landlady. With the money that Miss Nippett instructed her to find in queer hiding-places, Mavis purchased bovril, eggs, and brandy, with which she did her best to patch up the enfeebled frame of the sick woman. Nothing that she or the doctor could do had any permanent effect; every evening, Miss Nippett's temperature would rise with alarming persistence.
"I wonder if she's anything on her mind that might account for it," the doctor said to Mavis, when leaving one evening.