Of Human Bondage eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 971 pages of information about Of Human Bondage.

Of Human Bondage eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 971 pages of information about Of Human Bondage.

Philip woke early next morning.  His sleep had been restless; but when he stretched his legs and looked at the sunshine that slid through the Venetian blinds, making patterns on the floor, he sighed with satisfaction.  He was delighted with himself.  He began to think of Miss Wilkinson.  She had asked him to call her Emily, but, he knew not why, he could not; he always thought of her as Miss Wilkinson.  Since she chid him for so addressing her, he avoided using her name at all.  During his childhood he had often heard a sister of Aunt Louisa, the widow of a naval officer, spoken of as Aunt Emily.  It made him uncomfortable to call Miss Wilkinson by that name, nor could he think of any that would have suited her better.  She had begun as Miss Wilkinson, and it seemed inseparable from his impression of her.  He frowned a little:  somehow or other he saw her now at her worst; he could not forget his dismay when she turned round and he saw her in her camisole and the short petticoat; he remembered the slight roughness of her skin and the sharp, long lines on the side of the neck.  His triumph was short-lived.  He reckoned out her age again, and he did not see how she could be less than forty.  It made the affair ridiculous.  She was plain and old.  His quick fancy showed her to him, wrinkled, haggard, made-up, in those frocks which were too showy for her position and too young for her years.  He shuddered; he felt suddenly that he never wanted to see her again; he could not bear the thought of kissing her.  He was horrified with himself.  Was that love?

He took as long as he could over dressing in order to put back the moment of seeing her, and when at last he went into the dining-room it was with a sinking heart.  Prayers were over, and they were sitting down at breakfast.

“Lazybones,” Miss Wilkinson cried gaily.

He looked at her and gave a little gasp of relief.  She was sitting with her back to the window.  She was really quite nice.  He wondered why he had thought such things about her.  His self-satisfaction returned to him.

He was taken aback by the change in her.  She told him in a voice thrilling with emotion immediately after breakfast that she loved him; and when a little later they went into the drawing-room for his singing lesson and she sat down on the music-stool she put up her face in the middle of a scale and said: 

“Embrasse-moi.”

When he bent down she flung her arms round his neck.  It was slightly uncomfortable, for she held him in such a position that he felt rather choked.

“Ah, je t’aime.  Je t’aime.  Je t’aime,” she cried, with her extravagantly French accent.

Philip wished she would speak English.

“I say, I don’t know if it’s struck you that the gardener’s quite likely to pass the window any minute.”

“Ah, je m’en fiche du jardinier.  Je m’en refiche, et je m’en contrefiche.”

Philip thought it was very like a French novel, and he did not know why it slightly irritated him.

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