1Philip worked well and easily; he had a good deal to do, since he was taking in July the three parts of the First Conjoint examination, two of which he had failed in before; but he found life pleasant. He made a new friend. Lawson, on the lookout for models, had discovered a girl who was understudying at one of the theatres, and in order to induce her to sit to him arranged a little luncheon-party one Sunday. She brought a chaperon with her; and to her Philip, asked to make a fourth, was instructed to confine his attentions. He found this easy, since she turned out to be an agreeable chatterbox with an amusing tongue. She asked Philip to go and see her; she had rooms in Vincent Square, and was always in to tea at five o’clock; he went, was delighted with his welcome, and went again. Mrs. Nesbit was not more than twenty-five, very small, with a pleasant, ugly face; she had very bright eyes, high cheekbones, and a large mouth: the excessive contrasts of her colouring reminded one of a portrait by one of the modern French painters; her skin was very white, her cheeks were very red, her thick eyebrows, her hair, were very black. The effect was odd, a little unnatural, but far from unpleasing. She was separated from her husband and earned her living and her child’s by writing penny novelettes. There were one or two publishers who made a specialty of that sort of thing, and she had as much work as she could do. It was ill-paid, she received fifteen pounds for a story of thirty thousand words; but she was satisfied.

2“After all, it only costs the reader twopence,” she said, “and they like the same thing over and over again. I just change the names and that’s all. When I’m bored I think of the washing and the rent and clothes for baby, and I go on again.”

3Besides, she walked on at various theatres where they wanted supers and earned by this when in work from sixteen shillings to a guinea a week. At the end of her day she was so tired that she slept like a top. She made the best of her difficult lot. Her keen sense of humour enabled her to get amusement out of every vexatious circumstance. Sometimes things went wrong, and she found herself with no money at all; then her trifling possessions found their way to a pawnshop in the Vauxhall Bridge Road, and she ate bread and butter till things grew brighter. She never lost her cheerfulness.

4Philip was interested in her shiftless life, and she made him laugh with the fantastic narration of her struggles. He asked her why she did not try her hand at literary work of a better sort, but she knew that she had no talent, and the abominable stuff she turned out by the thousand words was not only tolerably paid, but was the best she could do. She had nothing to look forward to but a continuation of the life she led. She seemed to have no relations, and her friends were as poor as herself.

5“I don’t think of the future,” she said. “As long as I have enough money for three weeks’ rent and a pound or two over for food I never bother. Life wouldn’t be worth living if I worried over the future as well as the present. When things are at their worst I find something always happens.”

6Soon Philip grew in the habit of going in to tea with her every day, and so that his visits might not embarrass her he took in a cake or a pound of butter or some tea. They started to call one another by their Christian names. Feminine sympathy was new to him, and he delighted in someone who gave a willing ear to all his troubles. The hours went quickly. He did not hide his admiration for her. She was a delightful companion. He could not help comparing her with Mildred; and he contrasted with the one’s obstinate stupidity, which refused interest to everything she did not know, the other’s quick appreciation and ready intelligence. His heart sank when he thought that he might have been tied for life to such a woman as Mildred. One evening he told Norah the whole story of his love. It was not one to give him much reason for self-esteem, and it was very pleasant to receive such charming sympathy.

7“I think you’re well out of it,” she said, when he had finished.

8She had a funny way at times of holding her head on one side like an Aberdeen puppy. She was sitting in an upright chair, sewing, for she had no time to do nothing, and Philip had made himself comfortable at her feet.

9“I can’t tell you how heartily thankful I am it’s all over,” he sighed.

10“Poor thing, you must have had a rotten time,” she murmured, and by way of showing her sympathy put her hand on his shoulder.

11He took it and kissed it, but she withdrew it quickly.

12“Why did you do that?” she asked, with a blush.

13“Have you any objection?”

14She looked at him for a moment with twinkling eyes, and she smiled.

15“No,” she said.

16He got up on his knees and faced her. She looked into his eyes steadily, and her large mouth trembled with a smile.

17“Well?” she said.

18“You know, you are a ripper. I’m so grateful to you for being nice to me. I like you so much.”

19“Don’t be idiotic,” she said.

20Philip took hold of her elbows and drew her towards him. She made no resistance, but bent forward a little, and he kissed her red lips.

21“Why did you do that?” she asked again.

22“Because it’s comfortable.”

23She did not answer, but a tender look came into her eyes, and she passed her hand softly over his hair.

24“You know, it’s awfully silly of you to behave like this. We were such good friends. It would be so jolly to leave it at that.”

25“If you really want to appeal to my better nature,” replied Philip, “you’ll do well not to stroke my cheek while you’re doing it.”

26She gave a little chuckle, but she did not stop.

27“It’s very wrong of me, isn’t it?” she said.

28Philip, surprised and a little amused, looked into her eyes, and as he looked he saw them soften and grow liquid, and there was an expression in them that enchanted him. His heart was suddenly stirred, and tears came to his eyes.

29“Norah, you’re not fond of me, are you?” he asked, incredulously.

30“You clever boy, you ask such stupid questions.”

31“Oh, my dear, it never struck me that you could be.”

32He flung his arms round her and kissed her, while she, laughing, blushing, and crying, surrendered herself willingly to his embrace.

33Presently he released her and sitting back on his heels looked at her curiously.

34“Well, I’m blowed!” he said.

35“Why?”

36“I’m so surprised.”

37“And pleased?”

38“Delighted,” he cried with all his heart, “and so proud and so happy and so grateful.”

39He took her hands and covered them with kisses. This was the beginning for Philip of a happiness which seemed both solid and durable. They became lovers but remained friends. There was in Norah a maternal instinct which received satisfaction in her love for Philip; she wanted someone to pet, and scold, and make a fuss of; she had a domestic temperament and found pleasure in looking after his health and his linen. She pitied his deformity, over which he was so sensitive, and her pity expressed itself instinctively in tenderness. She was young, strong, and healthy, and it seemed quite natural to her to give her love. She had high spirits and a merry soul. She liked Philip because he laughed with her at all the amusing things in life that caught her fancy, and above all she liked him because he was he.

40When she told him this he answered gaily:

41“Nonsense. You like me because I’m a silent person and never want to get a word in.”

42Philip did not love her at all. He was extremely fond of her, glad to be with her, amused and interested by her conversation. She restored his belief in himself and put healing ointments, as it were, on all the bruises of his soul. He was immensely flattered that she cared for him. He admired her courage, her optimism, her impudent defiance of fate; she had a little philosophy of her own, ingenuous and practical.

43“You know, I don’t believe in churches and parsons and all that,” she said, “but I believe in God, and I don’t believe He minds much about what you do as long as you keep your end up and help a lame dog over a stile when you can. And I think people on the whole are very nice, and I’m sorry for those who aren’t.”

44“And what about afterwards?” asked Philip.

45“Oh, well, I don’t know for certain, you know,” she smiled, “but I hope for the best. And anyhow there’ll be no rent to pay and no novelettes to write.”

46She had a feminine gift for delicate flattery. She thought that Philip did a brave thing when he left Paris because he was conscious he could not be a great artist; and he was enchanted when she expressed enthusiastic admiration for him. He had never been quite certain whether this action indicated courage or infirmity of purpose. It was delightful to realise that she considered it heroic. She ventured to tackle him on a subject which his friends instinctively avoided.

47“It’s very silly of you to be so sensitive about your club-foot,” she said. She saw him blush darkly, but went on. “You know, people don’t think about it nearly as much as you do. They notice it the first time they see you, and then they forget about it.”

48He would not answer.

49“You’re not angry with me, are you?”

50“No.”

51She put her arm round his neck.

52“You know, I only speak about it because I love you. I don’t want it to make you unhappy.”

53“I think you can say anything you choose to me,” he answered, smiling. “I wish I could do something to show you how grateful I am to you.”

54She took him in hand in other ways. She would not let him be bearish and laughed at him when he was out of temper. She made him more urbane.

55“You can make me do anything you like,” he said to her once.

56“D’you mind?”

57“No, I want to do what you like.”

58He had the sense to realise his happiness. It seemed to him that she gave him all that a wife could, and he preserved his freedom; she was the most charming friend he had ever had, with a sympathy that he had never found in a man. The sexual relationship was no more than the strongest link in their friendship. It completed it, but was not essential. And because Philip’s appetites were satisfied, he became more equable and easier to live with. He felt in complete possession of himself. He thought sometimes of the winter, during which he had been obsessed by a hideous passion, and he was filled with loathing for Mildred and with horror of himself.

59His examinations were approaching, and Norah was as interested in them as he. He was flattered and touched by her eagerness. She made him promise to come at once and tell her the results. He passed the three parts this time without mishap, and when he went to tell her she burst into tears.

60“Oh, I’m so glad, I was so anxious.”

61“You silly little thing,” he laughed, but he was choking.

62No one could help being pleased with the way she took it.

63“And what are you going to do now?” she asked.

64“I can take a holiday with a clear conscience. I have no work to do till the winter session begins in October.”

65“I suppose you’ll go down to your uncle’s at Blackstable?”

66“You suppose quite wrong. I’m going to stay in London and play with you.”

67“I’d rather you went away.”

68“Why? Are you tired of me?”

69She laughed and put her hands on his shoulders.

70“Because you’ve been working hard, and you look utterly washed out. You want some fresh air and a rest. Please go.”

71He did not answer for a moment. He looked at her with loving eyes.

72“You know, I’d never believe it of anyone but you. You’re only thinking of my good. I wonder what you see in me.”

73“Will you give me a good character with my month’s notice?” she laughed gaily.

74“I’ll say that you’re thoughtful and kind, and you’re not exacting; you never worry, you’re not troublesome, and you’re easy to please.”

75“All that’s nonsense,” she said, “but I’ll tell you one thing: I’m one of the few persons I ever met who are able to learn from experience.”