"I haven"t got any money. I had to pay a bill this afternoon."
"It won"t hurt you to walk. If you want to see me tomorrow I shall be in about tea-time."
He took off his hat and sauntered away. He looked round in a moment and saw that she was standing helplessly where he had left her, looking at the traffic. He went back and with a laugh pressed a coin into her hand.
"Here"s two bob for you to get home with."
Before she could speak he hurried away.
LXXVI
Next day, in the afternoon, Philip sat in his room and wondered whether Mildred would come. He had slept badly. He had spent the morning in the club of the Medical School, reading one newspaper after another. It was the vacation and few students he knew were in London, but he found one or two people to talk to, he played a game of chess, and so wore out the tedious hours. After luncheon he felt so tired, his head was aching so, that he went back to his lodgings and lay down; he tried to read a novel.
He had not seen Griffiths. He was not in when Philip returned the night before; he heard him come back, but he did not as usual look into Philip"s room to see if he was asleep; and in the morning Philip heard him go out early. It was clear that he wanted to avoid him. Suddenly there was a light tap at his door. Philip sprang to his feet and opened it. Mildred stood on the threshold. She did not move.
"Come in," said Philip.
He closed the door after her. She sat down. She hesitated to begin.
"Thank you for giving me that two shillings last night," she said.
"Oh, that"s all right."
She gave him a faint smile. It reminded Philip of the timid, ingratiating look of a puppy that has been beaten for naughtiness and wants to reconcile himself with his master.
"I"ve been lunching with Harry," she said.
"Have you?"
"If you still want me to go away with you on Sat.u.r.day, Philip, I"ll come."
A quick thrill of triumph shot through his heart, but it was a sensation that only lasted an instant; it was followed by a suspicion.
"Because of the money?" he asked.
"Partly," she answered simply. "Harry can"t do anything. He owes five weeks here, and he owes you seven pounds, and his tailor"s pressing him for money. He"d p.a.w.n anything he could, but he"s p.a.w.ned everything already. I had a job to put the woman off about my new dress, and on Sat.u.r.day there"s the book at my lodgings, and I can"t get work in five minutes. It always means waiting some little time till there"s a vacancy."
She said all this in an even, querulous tone, as though she were recounting the injustices of fate, which had to be borne as part of the natural order of things. Philip did not answer. He knew what she told him well enough.
"You said partly," he observed at last.
"Well, Harry says you"ve been a brick to both of us. You"ve been a real good friend to him, he says, and you"ve done for me what p"raps no other man would have done. We must do the straight thing, he says. And he said what you said about him, that he"s fickle by nature, he"s not like you, and I should be a fool to throw you away for him. He won"t last and you will, he says so himself."
"D"you WANT to come away with me?" asked Philip.
"I don"t mind."
He looked at her, and the corners of his mouth turned down in an expression of misery. He had triumphed indeed, and he was going to have his way. He gave a little laugh of derision at his own humiliation. She looked at him quickly, but did not speak.
"I"ve looked forward with all my soul to going away with you, and I thought at last, after all that wretchedness, I was going to be happy..."
He did not finish what he was going to say. And then on a sudden, without warning, Mildred broke into a storm of tears. She was sitting in the chair in which Norah had sat and wept, and like her she hid her face on the back of it, towards the side where there was a little b.u.mp formed by the sagging in the middle, where the head had rested.
"I"m not lucky with women," thought Philip.
Her thin body was shaken with sobs. Philip had never seen a woman cry with such an utter abandonment. It was horribly painful, and his heart was torn. Without realising what he did, he went up to her and put his arms round her; she did not resist, but in her wretchedness surrendered herself to his comforting. He whispered to her little words of solace. He scarcely knew what he was saying, he bent over her and kissed her repeatedly.
"Are you awfully unhappy?" he said at last.
"I wish I was dead," she moaned. "I wish I"d died when the baby come."
Her hat was in her way, and Philip took it off for her. He placed her head more comfortably in the chair, and then he went and sat down at the table and looked at her.
"It is awful, love, isn"t it?" he said. "Fancy anyone wanting to be in love."
Presently the violence of her sobbing diminished and she sat in the chair, exhausted, with her head thrown back and her arms hanging by her side. She had the grotesque look of one of those painters" dummies used to hang draperies on.
"I didn"t know you loved him so much as all that," said Philip.
He understood Griffiths" love well enough, for he put himself in Griffiths" place and saw with his eyes, touched with his hands; he was able to think himself in Griffiths" body, and he kissed her with his lips, smiled at her with his smiling blue eyes. It was her emotion that surprised him. He had never thought her capable of pa.s.sion, and this was pa.s.sion: there was no mistaking it. Something seemed to give way in his heart; it really felt to him as though something were breaking, and he felt strangely weak.
"I don"t want to make you unhappy. You needn"t come away with me if you don"t want to. I"ll give you the money all the same."
She shook her head.
"No, I said I"d come, and I"ll come."
"What"s the good, if you"re sick with love for him?"
"Yes, that"s the word. I"m sick with love. I know it won"t last, just as well as he does, but just now..."
She paused and shut her eyes as though she were going to faint. A strange idea came to Philip, and he spoke it as it came, without stopping to think it out.
"Why don"t you go away with him?"
"How can I? You know we haven"t got the money."
"I"ll give you the money."
"You?"
She sat up and looked at him. Her eyes began to shine, and the colour came into her cheeks.
"Perhaps the best thing would be to get it over, and then you"d come back to me."
Now that he had made the suggestion he was sick with anguish, and yet the torture of it gave him a strange, subtle sensation. She stared at him with open eyes.