It seemed impossible for her to say a gracious thing. Philip cursed the fate which chained him to such a woman. She went away to fetch his tea.
"Would you like me to sit down for a minute or two?" she said, when she brought it.
"Yes."
"Where have you been all this time?"
"I"ve been in London."
"I thought you"d gone away for the holidays. Why haven"t you been in then?"
Philip looked at her with haggard, pa.s.sionate eyes.
"Don"t you remember that I said I"d never see you again?"
"What are you doing now then?"
She seemed anxious to make him drink up the cup of his humiliation; but he knew her well enough to know that she spoke at random; she hurt him frightfully, and never even tried to. He did not answer.
"It was a nasty trick you played on me, spying on me like that. I always thought you was a gentleman in every sense of the word."
"Don"t be beastly to me, Mildred. I can"t bear it."
"You are a funny feller. I can"t make you out."
"It"s very simple. I"m such a blasted fool as to love you with all my heart and soul, and I know that you don"t care twopence for me."
"If you had been a gentleman I think you"d have come next day and begged my pardon."
She had no mercy. He looked at her neck and thought how he would like to jab it with the knife he had for his m.u.f.fin. He knew enough anatomy to make pretty certain of getting the carotid artery. And at the same time he wanted to cover her pale, thin face with kisses.
"If I could only make you understand how frightfully I"m in love with you."
"You haven"t begged my pardon yet."
He grew very white. She felt that she had done nothing wrong on that occasion. She wanted him now to humble himself. He was very proud. For one instant he felt inclined to tell her to go to h.e.l.l, but he dared not. His pa.s.sion made him abject. He was willing to submit to anything rather than not see her.
"I"m very sorry, Mildred. I beg your pardon."
He had to force the words out. It was a horrible effort.
"Now you"ve said that I don"t mind telling you that I wish I had come out with you that evening. I thought Miller was a gentleman, but I"ve discovered my mistake now. I soon sent him about his business."
Philip gave a little gasp.
"Mildred, won"t you come out with me tonight? Let"s go and dine somewhere."
"Oh, I can"t. My aunt"ll be expecting me home."
"I"ll send her a wire. You can say you"ve been detained in the shop; she won"t know any better. Oh, do come, for G.o.d"s sake. I haven"t seen you for so long, and I want to talk to you."
She looked down at her clothes.
"Never mind about that. We"ll go somewhere where it doesn"t matter how you"re dressed. And we"ll go to a music-hall afterwards. Please say yes.
It would give me so much pleasure."
She hesitated a moment; he looked at her with pitifully appealing eyes.
"Well, I don"t mind if I do. I haven"t been out anywhere since I don"t know how long."
It was with the greatest difficulty he could prevent himself from seizing her hand there and then to cover it with kisses.
LX
They dined in Soho. Philip was tremulous with joy. It was not one of the more crowded of those cheap restaurants where the respectable and needy dine in the belief that it is bohemian and the a.s.surance that it is economical. It was a humble establishment, kept by a good man from Rouen and his wife, that Philip had discovered by accident. He had been attracted by the Gallic look of the window, in which was generally an uncooked steak on one plate and on each side two dishes of raw vegetables.
There was one seedy French waiter, who was attempting to learn English in a house where he never heard anything but French; and the customers were a few ladies of easy virtue, a menage or two, who had their own napkins reserved for them, and a few queer men who came in for hurried, scanty meals.
Here Mildred and Philip were able to get a table to themselves. Philip sent the waiter for a bottle of Burgundy from the neighbouring tavern, and they had a potage aux herbes, a steak from the window aux pommes, and an omelette au kirsch. There was really an air of romance in the meal and in the place. Mildred, at first a little reserved in her appreciation--"I never quite trust these foreign places, you never know what there is in these messed up dishes"--was insensibly moved by it.
"I like this place, Philip," she said. "You feel you can put your elbows on the table, don"t you?"
A tall fellow came in, with a mane of gray hair and a ragged thin beard.
He wore a dilapidated cloak and a wide-awake hat. He nodded to Philip, who had met him there before.
"He looks like an anarchist," said Mildred.
"He is, one of the most dangerous in Europe. He"s been in every prison on the Continent and has a.s.sa.s.sinated more persons than any gentleman unhung.
He always goes about with a bomb in his pocket, and of course it makes conversation a little difficult because if you don"t agree with him he lays it on the table in a marked manner."
She looked at the man with horror and surprise, and then glanced suspiciously at Philip. She saw that his eyes were laughing. She frowned a little.
"You"re getting at me."
He gave a little shout of joy. He was so happy. But Mildred didn"t like being laughed at.
"I don"t see anything funny in telling lies."
"Don"t be cross."
He took her hand, which was lying on the table, and pressed it gently.
"You are lovely, and I could kiss the ground you walk on," he said.
The greenish pallor of her skin intoxicated him, and her thin white lips had an extraordinary fascination. Her anaemia made her rather short of breath, and she held her mouth slightly open. It seemed to add somehow to the attractiveness of her face.