1He saw her then every day. He began going to lunch at the shop, but Mildred stopped him: she said it made the girls talk; so he had to content himself with tea; but he always waited about to walk with her to the station; and once or twice a week they dined together. He gave her little presents, a gold bangle, gloves, handkerchiefs, and the like. He was spending more than he could afford, but he could not help it: it was only when he gave her anything that she showed any affection. She knew the price of everything, and her gratitude was in exact proportion with the value of his gift. He did not care. He was too happy when she volunteered to kiss him to mind by what means he got her demonstrativeness. He discovered that she found Sundays at home tedious, so he went down to Herne Hill in the morning, met her at the end of the road, and went to church with her.

2“I always like to go to church once,” she said. “It looks well, doesn’t it?”

3Then she went back to dinner, he got a scrappy meal at a hotel, and in the afternoon they took a walk in Brockwell Park. They had nothing much to say to one another, and Philip, desperately afraid she was bored (she was very easily bored), racked his brain for topics of conversation. He realised that these walks amused neither of them, but he could not bear to leave her, and did all he could to lengthen them till she became tired and out of temper. He knew that she did not care for him, and he tried to force a love which his reason told him was not in her nature: she was cold. He had no claim on her, but he could not help being exacting. Now that they were more intimate he found it less easy to control his temper; he was often irritable and could not help saying bitter things. Often they quarrelled, and she would not speak to him for a while; but this always reduced him to subjection, and he crawled before her. He was angry with himself for showing so little dignity. He grew furiously jealous if he saw her speaking to any other man in the shop, and when he was jealous he seemed to be beside himself. He would deliberately insult her, leave the shop and spend afterwards a sleepless night tossing on his bed, by turns angry and remorseful. Next day he would go to the shop and appeal for forgiveness.

4“Don’t be angry with me,” he said. “I’m so awfully fond of you that I can’t help myself.”

5“One of these days you’ll go too far,” she answered.

6He was anxious to come to her home in order that the greater intimacy should give him an advantage over the stray acquaintances she made during her working-hours; but she would not let him.

7“My aunt would think it so funny,” she said.

8He suspected that her refusal was due only to a disinclination to let him see her aunt. Mildred had represented her as the widow of a professional man (that was her formula of distinction), and was uneasily conscious that the good woman could hardly be called distinguished. Philip imagined that she was in point of fact the widow of a small tradesman. He knew that Mildred was a snob. But he found no means by which he could indicate to her that he did not mind how common the aunt was.

9Their worst quarrel took place one evening at dinner when she told him that a man had asked her to go to a play with him. Philip turned pale, and his face grew hard and stern.

10“You’re not going?” he said.

11“Why shouldn’t I? He’s a very nice gentlemanly fellow.”

12“I’ll take you anywhere you like.”

13“But that isn’t the same thing. I can’t always go about with you. Besides he’s asked me to fix my own day, and I’ll just go one evening when I’m not going out with you. It won’t make any difference to you.”

14“If you had any sense of decency, if you had any gratitude, you wouldn’t dream of going.”

15“I don’t know what you mean by gratitude. If you’re referring to the things you’ve given me you can have them back. I don’t want them.”

16Her voice had the shrewish tone it sometimes got.

17“It’s not very lively, always going about with you. It’s always do you love me, do you love me, till I just get about sick of it.”

18He knew it was madness to go on asking her that, but he could not help himself.

19“Oh, I like you all right,” she would answer.

20“Is that all? I love you with all my heart.”

21“I’m not that sort, I’m not one to say much.”

22“If you knew how happy just one word would make me!”

23“Well, what I always say is, people must take me as they find me, and if they don’t like it they can lump it.”

24But sometimes she expressed herself more plainly still, and, when he asked the question, answered:

25“Oh, don’t go on at that again.”

26Then he became sulky and silent. He hated her.

27And now he said:

28“Oh, well, if you feel like that about it I wonder you condescend to come out with me at all.”

29“It’s not my seeking, you can be very sure of that, you just force me to.”

30His pride was bitterly hurt, and he answered madly.

31“You think I’m just good enough to stand you dinners and theatres when there’s no one else to do it, and when someone else turns up I can go to hell. Thank you, I’m about sick of being made a convenience.”

32“I’m not going to be talked to like that by anyone. I’ll just show you how much I want your dirty dinner.”

33She got up, put on her jacket, and walked quickly out of the restaurant. Philip sat on. He determined he would not move, but ten minutes afterwards he jumped in a cab and followed her. He guessed that she would take a ’bus to Victoria, so that they would arrive about the same time. He saw her on the platform, escaped her notice, and went down to Herne Hill in the same train. He did not want to speak to her till she was on the way home and could not escape him.

34As soon as she had turned out of the main street, brightly lit and noisy with traffic, he caught her up.

35“Mildred,” he called.

36She walked on and would neither look at him nor answer. He repeated her name. Then she stopped and faced him.

37“What d’you want? I saw you hanging about Victoria. Why don’t you leave me alone?”

38“I’m awfully sorry. Won’t you make it up?”

39“No, I’m sick of your temper and your jealousy. I don’t care for you, I never have cared for you, and I never shall care for you. I don’t want to have anything more to do with you.”

40She walked on quickly, and he had to hurry to keep up with her.

41“You never make allowances for me,” he said. “It’s all very well to be jolly and amiable when you’re indifferent to anyone. It’s very hard when you’re as much in love as I am. Have mercy on me. I don’t mind that you don’t care for me. After all you can’t help it. I only want you to let me love you.”

42She walked on, refusing to speak, and Philip saw with agony that they had only a few hundred yards to go before they reached her house. He abased himself. He poured out an incoherent story of love and penitence.

43“If you’ll only forgive me this time I promise you you’ll never have to complain of me in future. You can go out with whoever you choose. I’ll be only too glad if you’ll come with me when you’ve got nothing better to do.”

44She stopped again, for they had reached the corner at which he always left her.

45“Now you can take yourself off. I won’t have you coming up to the door.”

46“I won’t go till you say you’ll forgive me.”

47“I’m sick and tired of the whole thing.”

48He hesitated a moment, for he had an instinct that he could say something that would move her. It made him feel almost sick to utter the words.

49“It is cruel, I have so much to put up with. You don’t know what it is to be a cripple. Of course you don’t like me. I can’t expect you to.”

50“Philip, I didn’t mean that,” she answered quickly, with a sudden break of pity in her voice. “You know it’s not true.”

51He was beginning to act now, and his voice was husky and low.

52“Oh, I’ve felt it,” he said.

53She took his hand and looked at him, and her own eyes were filled with tears.

54“I promise you it never made any difference to me. I never thought about it after the first day or two.”

55He kept a gloomy, tragic silence. He wanted her to think he was overcome with emotion.

56“You know I like you awfully, Philip. Only you are so trying sometimes. Let’s make it up.”

57She put up her lips to his, and with a sigh of relief he kissed her.

58“Now are you happy again?” she asked.

59“Madly.”

60She bade him good-night and hurried down the road. Next day he took her in a little watch with a brooch to pin on her dress. She had been hankering for it.

61But three or four days later, when she brought him his tea, Mildred said to him:

62“You remember what you promised the other night? You mean to keep that, don’t you?”

63“Yes.”

64He knew exactly what she meant and was prepared for her next words.

65“Because I’m going out with that gentleman I told you about tonight.”

66“All right. I hope you’ll enjoy yourself.”

67“You don’t mind, do you?”

68He had himself now under excellent control.

69“I don’t like it,” he smiled, “but I’m not going to make myself more disagreeable than I can help.”

70She was excited over the outing and talked about it willingly. Philip wondered whether she did so in order to pain him or merely because she was callous. He was in the habit of condoning her cruelty by the thought of her stupidity. She had not the brains to see when she was wounding him.

71“It’s not much fun to be in love with a girl who has no imagination and no sense of humour,” he thought, as he listened.

72But the want of these things excused her. He felt that if he had not realised this he could never forgive her for the pain she caused him.

73“He’s got seats for the Tivoli,” she said. “He gave me my choice and I chose that. And we’re going to dine at the Cafe Royal. He says it’s the most expensive place in London.”

74“He’s a gentleman in every sense of the word,” thought Philip, but he clenched his teeth to prevent himself from uttering a syllable.

75Philip went to the Tivoli and saw Mildred with her companion, a smooth-faced young man with sleek hair and the spruce look of a commercial traveller, sitting in the second row of the stalls. Mildred wore a black picture hat with ostrich feathers in it, which became her well. She was listening to her host with that quiet smile which Philip knew; she had no vivacity of expression, and it required broad farce to excite her laughter; but Philip could see that she was interested and amused. He thought to himself bitterly that her companion, flashy and jovial, exactly suited her. Her sluggish temperament made her appreciate noisy people. Philip had a passion for discussion, but no talent for small-talk. He admired the easy drollery of which some of his friends were masters, Lawson for instance, and his sense of inferiority made him shy and awkward. The things which interested him bored Mildred. She expected men to talk about football and racing, and he knew nothing of either. He did not know the catchwords which only need be said to excite a laugh.

76Printed matter had always been a fetish to Philip, and now, in order to make himself more interesting, he read industriously The Sporting Times.