Mr Hutton unbuttoned his coat.
"Here's ink and paper, ma'am."
Mavis took up the pen, at which Mr Hutton sat down. But she could not remember the address. With swimming head, she dived her hand into the pockets of her frock, but could not find Windebank's letter.
"I must have left it at the office," she murmured.
"What is it you want?" asked Mrs Trivett.
"His letter for the address."
Mr Hutton got up.
"What time is it?" asked Mavis.
"Just six o'clock."
"The factory would be locked for the night. Won't they take my word?" she asked. "I don't want to be parted from my child while I go to the factory."