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.

She sat down and put her shoes on, then changed her skirt and put on a hat; and they walked out together till they found a restaurant in the Tottenham Court Road.  Philip had got out of the habit of eating at those hours, and Mildred’s throat was so sore that she could not swallow.  They had a little cold ham and Philip drank a glass of beer.  They sat opposite one another, as they had so often sat before; he wondered if she remembered; they had nothing to say to one another and would have sat in silence if Philip had not forced himself to talk.  In the bright light of the restaurant, with its vulgar looking-glasses that reflected in an endless series, she looked old and haggard.  Philip was anxious to know about the child, but he had not the courage to ask.  At last she said: 

“You know baby died last summer.”

“Oh!” he said.

“You might say you’re sorry.”

“I’m not,” he answered, “I’m very glad.”

She glanced at him and, understanding what he meant, looked away

“You were rare stuck on it at one time, weren’t you?  I always thought it funny like how you could see so much in another man’s child.”

When they had finished eating they called at the chemist’s for the medicine Philip had ordered, and going back to the shabby room he made her take a dose.  Then they sat together till it was time for Philip to go back to Harrington Street.  He was hideously bored.

Philip went to see her every day.  She took the medicine he had prescribed and followed his directions, and soon the results were so apparent that she gained the greatest confidence in Philip’s skill.  As she grew better she grew less despondent.  She talked more freely.

“As soon as I can get a job I shall be all right,” she said.  “I’ve had my lesson now and I mean to profit by it.  No more racketing about for yours truly.”

Each time he saw her, Philip asked whether she had found work.  She told him not to worry, she would find something to do as soon as she wanted it; she had several strings to her bow; it was all the better not to do anything for a week or two.  He could not deny this, but at the end of that time he became more insistent.  She laughed at him, she was much more cheerful now, and said he was a fussy old thing.  She told him long stories of the manageresses she interviewed, for her idea was to get work at some eating-house; what they said and what she answered.  Nothing definite was fixed, but she was sure to settle something at the beginning of the following week:  there was no use hurrying, and it would be a mistake to take something unsuitable.

“It’s absurd to talk like that,” he said impatiently.  “You must take anything you can get.  I can’t help you, and your money won’t last for ever.”

“Oh, well, I’ve not come to the end of it yet and chance it.”

He looked at her sharply.  It was three weeks since his first visit, and she had then less than seven pounds.  Suspicion seized him.  He remembered some of the things she had said.  He put two and two together.  He wondered whether she had made any attempt to find work.  Perhaps she had been lying to him all the time.  It was very strange that her money should have lasted so long.

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