There was a gas stove in the kitchen, and when she had put the liver on, Mildred came into the sitting-room to lay the cloth.
"Why are you only laying one place?" asked Philip. "Aren"t you going to eat anything?"
Mildred flushed.
"I thought you mightn"t like me to have my meals with you."
"Why on earth not?"
"Well, I"m only a servant, aren"t I?"
"Don"t be an a.s.s. How can you be so silly?"
He smiled, but her humility gave him a curious twist in his heart. Poor thing! He remembered what she had been when first he knew her. He hesitated for an instant.
"Don"t think I"m conferring any benefit on you," he said. "It"s simply a business arrangement, I"m giving you board and lodging in return for your work. You don"t owe me anything. And there"s nothing humiliating to you in it."
She did not answer, but tears rolled heavily down her cheeks. Philip knew from his experience at the hospital that women of her cla.s.s looked upon service as degrading: he could not help feeling a little impatient with her; but he blamed himself, for it was clear that she was tired and ill.
He got up and helped her to lay another place at the table. The baby was awake now, and Mildred had prepared some Mellin"s Food for it. The liver and bacon were ready and they sat down. For economy"s sake Philip had given up drinking anything but water, but he had in the house a half a bottle of whiskey, and he thought a little would do Mildred good. He did his best to make the supper pa.s.s cheerfully, but Mildred was subdued and exhausted. When they had finished she got up to put the baby to bed.
"I think you"ll do well to turn in early yourself," said Philip. "You look absolute done up."
"I think I will after I"ve washed up."
Philip lit his pipe and began to read. It was pleasant to hear somebody moving about in the next room. Sometimes his loneliness had oppressed him.
Mildred came in to clear the table, and he heard the clatter of plates as she washed up. Philip smiled as he thought how characteristic it was of her that she should do all that in a black silk dress. But he had work to do, and he brought his book up to the table. He was reading Osler"s Medicine, which had recently taken the place in the students" favour of Taylor"s work, for many years the text-book most in use. Presently Mildred came in, rolling down her sleeves. Philip gave her a casual glance, but did not move; the occasion was curious, and he felt a little nervous. He feared that Mildred might imagine he was going to make a nuisance of himself, and he did not quite know how without brutality to rea.s.sure her.
"By the way, I"ve got a lecture at nine, so I should want breakfast at a quarter past eight. Can you manage that?"
"Oh, yes. Why, when I was in Parliament Street I used to catch the eight-twelve from Herne Hill every morning."
"I hope you"ll find your room comfortable. You"ll be a different woman tomorrow after a long night in bed."
"I suppose you work till late?"
"I generally work till about eleven or half-past."
"I"ll say good-night then."
"Good-night."
The table was between them. He did not offer to shake hands with her. She shut the door quietly. He heard her moving about in the bed-room, and in a little while he heard the creaking of the bed as she got in.
XCII
The following day was Tuesday. Philip as usual hurried through his breakfast and dashed off to get to his lecture at nine. He had only time to exchange a few words with Mildred. When he came back in the evening he found her seated at the window, darning his socks.
"I say, you are industrious," he smiled. "What have you been doing with yourself all day?"
"Oh, I gave the place a good cleaning and then I took baby out for a little."
She was wearing an old black dress, the same as she had worn as uniform when she served in the tea-shop; it was shabby, but she looked better in it than in the silk of the day before. The baby was sitting on the floor.
She looked up at Philip with large, mysterious eyes and broke into a laugh when he sat down beside her and began playing with her bare toes. The afternoon sun came into the room and shed a mellow light.
"It"s rather jolly to come back and find someone about the place. A woman and a baby make very good decoration in a room."
He had gone to the hospital dispensary and got a bottle of Blaud"s Pills, He gave them to Mildred and told her she must take them after each meal.
It was a remedy she was used to, for she had taken it off and on ever since she was sixteen.
"I"m sure Lawson would love that green skin of yours," said Philip. "He"d say it was so paintable, but I"m terribly matter of fact nowadays, and I shan"t be happy till you"re as pink and white as a milkmaid."
"I feel better already."
After a frugal supper Philip filled his pouch with tobacco and put on his hat. It was on Tuesdays that he generally went to the tavern in Beak Street, and he was glad that this day came so soon after Mildred"s arrival, for he wanted to make his relations with her perfectly clear.
"Are you going out?" she said.
"Yes, on Tuesdays I give myself a night off. I shall see you tomorrow.
Good-night."
Philip always went to the tavern with a sense of pleasure. Macalister, the philosophic stockbroker, was generally there and glad to argue upon any subject under the sun; Hayward came regularly when he was in London; and though he and Macalister disliked one another they continued out of habit to meet on that one evening in the week. Macalister thought Hayward a poor creature, and sneered at his delicacies of sentiment: he asked satirically about Hayward"s literary work and received with scornful smiles his vague suggestions of future masterpieces; their arguments were often heated; but the punch was good, and they were both fond of it; towards the end of the evening they generally composed their differences and thought each other capital fellows. This evening Philip found them both there, and Lawson also; Lawson came more seldom now that he was beginning to know people in London and went out to dinner a good deal. They were all on excellent terms with themselves, for Macalister had given them a good thing on the Stock Exchange, and Hayward and Lawson had made fifty pounds apiece. It was a great thing for Lawson, who was extravagant and earned little money: he had arrived at that stage of the portrait-painter"s career when he was noticed a good deal by the critics and found a number of aristocratic ladies who were willing to allow him to paint them for nothing (it advertised them both, and gave the great ladies quite an air of patronesses of the arts); but he very seldom got hold of the solid philistine who was ready to pay good money for a portrait of his wife.
Lawson was br.i.m.m.i.n.g over with satisfaction.
"It"s the most ripping way of making money that I"ve ever struck," he cried. "I didn"t have to put my hand in my pocket for sixpence."
"You lost something by not being here last Tuesday, young man," said Macalister to Philip.
"My G.o.d, why didn"t you write to me?" said Philip. "If you only knew how useful a hundred pounds would be to me."
"Oh, there wasn"t time for that. One has to be on the spot. I heard of a good thing last Tuesday, and I asked these fellows if they"d like to have a flutter, I bought them a thousand shares on Wednesday morning, and there was a rise in the afternoon so I sold them at once. I made fifty pounds for each of them and a couple of hundred for myself."
Philip was sick with envy. He had recently sold the last mortgage in which his small fortune had been invested and now had only six hundred pounds left. He was panic-stricken sometimes when he thought of the future. He had still to keep himself for two years before he could be qualified, and then he meant to try for hospital appointments, so that he could not expect to earn anything for three years at least. With the most rigid economy he would not have more than a hundred pounds left then. It was very little to have as a stand-by in case he was ill and could not earn money or found himself at any time without work. A lucky gamble would make all the difference to him.
"Oh, well, it doesn"t matter," said Macalister. "Something is sure to turn up soon. There"ll be a boom in South Africans again one of these days, and then I"ll see what I can do for you."
Macalister was in the Kaffir market and often told them stories of the sudden fortunes that had been made in the great boom of a year or two back.
"Well, don"t forget next time."
They sat on talking till nearly midnight, and Philip, who lived furthest off, was the first to go. If he did not catch the last tram he had to walk, and that made him very late. As it was he did not reach home till nearly half past twelve. When he got upstairs he was surprised to find Mildred still sitting in his arm-chair.
"Why on earth aren"t you in bed?" he cried.
"I wasn"t sleepy."