His voice broke, and he could not prevent the sob that was torn from him.
He was horribly ashamed of himself.
"My dear old boy, you know I wouldn"t do anything to hurt you. I"m far too fond of you for that. I was only playing the fool. If I"d known you were going to take it like that I"d have been more careful."
"Is that true?" asked Philip.
"I don"t care a twopenny d.a.m.n for her. I give you my word of honour."
Philip gave a sigh of relief. The cab stopped at their door.
LXXV
Next day Philip was in a good temper. He was very anxious not to bore Mildred with too much of his society, and so had arranged that he should not see her till dinner-time. She was ready when he fetched her, and he chaffed her for her unwonted punctuality. She was wearing a new dress he had given her. He remarked on its smartness.
"It"ll have to go back and be altered," she said. "The skirt hangs all wrong."
"You"ll have to make the dressmaker hurry up if you want to take it to Paris with you."
"It"ll be ready in time for that."
"Only three more whole days. We"ll go over by the eleven o"clock, shall we?"
"If you like."
He would have her for nearly a month entirely to himself. His eyes rested on her with hungry adoration. He was able to laugh a little at his own pa.s.sion.
"I wonder what it is I see in you," he smiled.
"That"s a nice thing to say," she answered.
Her body was so thin that one could almost see her skeleton. Her chest was as flat as a boy"s. Her mouth, with its narrow pale lips, was ugly, and her skin was faintly green.
"I shall give you Blaud"s Pills in quant.i.ties when we"re away," said Philip, laughing. "I"m going to bring you back fat and rosy."
"I don"t want to get fat," she said.
She did not speak of Griffiths, and presently while they were dining Philip half in malice, for he felt sure of himself and his power over her, said:
"It seems to me you were having a great flirtation with Harry last night?"
"I told you I was in love with him," she laughed.
"I"m glad to know that he"s not in love with you."
"How d"you know?"
"I asked him."
She hesitated a moment, looking at Philip, and a curious gleam came into her eyes.
"Would you like to read a letter I had from him this morning?"
She handed him an envelope and Philip recognised Griffiths" bold, legible writing. There were eight pages. It was well written, frank and charming; it was the letter of a man who was used to making love to women. He told Mildred that he loved her pa.s.sionately, he had fallen in love with her the first moment he saw her; he did not want to love her, for he knew how fond Philip was of her, but he could not help himself. Philip was such a dear, and he was very much ashamed of himself, but it was not his fault, he was just carried away. He paid her delightful compliments. Finally he thanked her for consenting to lunch with him next day and said he was dreadfully impatient to see her. Philip noticed that the letter was dated the night before; Griffiths must have written it after leaving Philip, and had taken the trouble to go out and post it when Philip thought he was in bed.
He read it with a sickening palpitation of his heart, but gave no outward sign of surprise. He handed it back to Mildred with a smile, calmly.
"Did you enjoy your lunch?"
"Rather," she said emphatically.
He felt that his hands were trembling, so he put them under the table.
"You mustn"t take Griffiths too seriously. He"s just a b.u.t.terfly, you know."
She took the letter and looked at it again.
"I can"t help it either," she said, in a voice which she tried to make nonchalant. "I don"t know what"s come over me."
"It"s a little awkward for me, isn"t it?" said Philip.
She gave him a quick look.
"You"re taking it pretty calmly, I must say."
"What do you expect me to do? Do you want me to tear out my hair in handfuls?"
"I knew you"d be angry with me."
"The funny thing is, I"m not at all. I ought to have known this would happen. I was a fool to bring you together. I know perfectly well that he"s got every advantage over me; he"s much jollier, and he"s very handsome, he"s more amusing, he can talk to you about the things that interest you."
"I don"t know what you mean by that. If I"m not clever I can"t help it, but I"m not the fool you think I am, not by a long way, I can tell you.
You"re a bit too superior for me, my young friend."
"D"you want to quarrel with me?" he asked mildly.
"No, but I don"t see why you should treat me as if I was I don"t know what."
"I"m sorry, I didn"t mean to offend you. I just wanted to talk things over quietly. We don"t want to make a mess of them if we can help it. I saw you were attracted by him and it seemed to me very natural. The only thing that really hurts me is that he should have encouraged you. He knew how awfully keen I was on you. I think it"s rather shabby of him to have written that letter to you five minutes after he told me he didn"t care twopence about you."
"If you think you"re going to make me like him any the less by saying nasty things about him, you"re mistaken."
Philip was silent for a moment. He did not know what words he could use to make her see his point of view. He wanted to speak coolly and deliberately, but he was in such a turmoil of emotion that he could not clear his thoughts.
"It"s not worth while sacrificing everything for an infatuation that you know can"t last. After all, he doesn"t care for anyone more than ten days, and you"re rather cold; that sort of thing doesn"t mean very much to you."
"That"s what you think."