Mavis slept little that night.  Her baby was restless and wailed fitfully throughout the long hours, during which the anxious mother did her best to comfort him.  Mavis made up her mind to call in a doctor if he were not better in the morning.  When she was dressing, the baby seemed calmer and more inclined to sleep, therefore she had small compunction in leaving him in Mrs Trivett’s motherly arms when, some two hours later, she left the Broughton Road for the boot factory.  Miss Toombs was already at the office when she got there.  Mavis scarcely recognised her friend, so altered was she in appearance.  Dark rings encircled her eyes; her skin was even more pasty than was its wont.  Mavis noticed that when her friend kissed her, she was trembling.

“What’s the matter, dear?” asked Mavis.

“Indigestion.  It’s nothing at all.”

The two friends talked quickly and quietly till Miss Hunter joined them.  Beyond giving Mavis the curtest of nods, this young person took no notice of her.

Mavis was more grateful than otherwise for Miss Hunter’s indifference; she had feared a series of searching questions with regard to all that had happened since she had been away from Melkbridge.

Miss Toombs’s appearance and conduct at meeting with Mavis was not the only strange behaviour which she displayed.  When anyone came into the office, she seemed in a fever of apprehension; also, when anyone spoke to Mavis, her friend would at once approach and speak in such a manner as to send them about their business as soon as possible.  Mavis wondered what it could mean.

Her boy did not seem quite so well when she got back to Mrs Trivett’s for the midday meal.  During the afternoon’s work, her anxiety was such that she could scarcely concentrate her attention on what she was doing.  When she hurried home in the evening, the boy was decidedly worse; there was no gainsaying the seriousness of his symptoms.  Every time Mavis tried to make him take nourishment, he would cry out as if it hurt him to swallow.

Mrs Trivett, who had had much experience with the ailments of a sister’s big family, feared that the baby was sickening for something.  Mavis would have sent for a doctor at once, but Mrs Trivett pointed out that doctors could do next to nothing for sick babies beyond ordering them to be kept warm and to have nourishment in the shape of two drops of brandy in water every two hours; also, that if it were necessary to have skilled advice, the doctor had better be sent for when Mavis was at the boot factory; otherwise, he might ask questions bearing on matters which, just now, Mavis would prefer not to make public.  Mrs Trivett had much trouble in making the distraught mother appreciate the wisdom of this advice.  She only fell in with the woman’s views when she reflected, quite without cause, that the doctor’s inevitable questioning might, in some remote way, compromise her lover.  Late in the evening, when it was dark, Miss Toombs came round to see how matters were going.