"I want something in return."
"Some shares for yourself?"
"A rise of a pound a week for Miss Toombs."
"That plain, unhealthy little woman at the boot factory!"
"She's a heart of gold. I know you'll do it for me," said Mavis, who was now conscious of her power over Devitt.
Having won her way, Mavis set out to intercept Miss Toombs, who about this time would be on her way to business. They had not met since Mavis's marriage to Harold, Miss Toombs refusing to answer Mavis's many letters and always being out when her old friend called.
Mavis ran against Miss Toombs by the market-place; her friend looked in worse health than when she had last seen her.
"Good morning," said Mavis.
"Don't talk to me," cried Miss Toombs. "I hate the sight of you."
"No, you don't. And I've done you a good turn."