I thought everybody knew about it."
"I think I've heard something. But could you tell me Miss Meakin's
address?"
"11 Baynham Street, North Kensington, near Uxbridge Road station,"
Miss Nippett informed Mavis, after referring to an exercise book, to
add: "This is the dooplicate register of 'Poulter's.' I always keep
it here in case the other should get lost. Mr. Poulter, like all
them great men, is that careless."
"Come again soon," said Miss Nippett, as Mavis rose to go.
Mavis promised that she would.
"How long have you been married?"
"Not long. Three months."
"Any baby?"
"After three months!" blushed Mavis.
"Working so at 'Poulter's' makes one forget them things. No
offence," apologised Miss Nippett.
"Good-bye. I'll look in again soon."
"If you 'ave any babies, see they're taught dancing at 'Poulter's.'"
Between Notting Hill and Wormwood Scrubbs lies a vast desert of
human dwellings. Fringing Notting Hill they are inhabited by lower
middle-class folk, but, by scarcely perceptible degrees, there is a
declension of so-called respectability, till at last the frankly
working-class district of Latimer Road is reached.
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