Of Human Bondage - W. Somerset Maugham.mobi [153]
“You are a caution,” she said, when she came out. “I don’t understand you.”
“I shouldn’t have thought it was very difficult,” he answered bitterly.
“Did any of the girls see you waiting for me?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care.”
“They all laugh at you, you know. They say you’re spoony on me.”
“Much you care,” he muttered.
“Now then, quarrelsome.”
At the station he took a ticket and said he was going to accompany her home.
“You don’t seem to have much to do with your time,” she said.
“I suppose I can waste it in my own way.”
They seemed to be always on the verge of a quarrel. The fact was that he hated himself for loving her. She seemed to be constantly humiliating him, and for each snub that he endured he owed her a grudge. But she was in a friendly mood that evening, and talkative: she told him that her parents were dead; she gave him to understand that she did not have to earn her living, but worked for amusement.
“My aunt doesn’t like my going to business. I can have the best of everything at home. I don’t want you to think I work because I need to.”
Philip knew that she was not speaking the truth. The gentility of her class made her use this pretense to avoid the stigma attached to earning her living.
“My family’s very well-connected,” she said.
Philip smiled faintly, and she noticed it.
“What are you laughing at?” she said quickly. “Don’t you believe I’m telling you the truth?”
“Of course I do,” he answered.
She looked at him suspiciously, but in a moment could not resist the temptation to impress him with the splendor of her early days.
“My father always kept a dog-cart, and we had three servants. We had a cook and a housemaid and an odd man. We used to grow beautiful roses. People used to stop at the gate and ask who the house belonged to, the roses were so beautiful. Of course it isn’t very nice for me having to mix with them girls in the shop, it’s not the class of person I’ve been used to, and sometimes I really think I’ll give up business on that account. It’s not the work I mind, don’t think that; but it’s the class of people I have to mix with. ”
They were sitting opposite one another in the train, and Philip, listening sympathetically to what she said, was quite happy. He was amused at her naïveté and slightly touched. There was a very faint color in her cheeks. He was thinking that it would be delightful to kiss the tip of her chin.
“The moment you come into the shop I saw you was a gentleman in every sense of the word. Was your father a professional man?”
“He was a doctor.”
“You can always tell a professional man. There’s something about them. I don’t know what it is, but I know at once.”
They walked along from the station together.
“I say, I want you to come and see another play with me,” he said.
“I don’t mind,” she said.
“You might go so far as to say you’d like to.”
“Why?”
“It doesn’t matter. Let’s fix a day. Would Saturday night suit you?”
“Yes, that’ll do.”
They made further arrangements, and then found themselves at the comer of the road in which she lived. She gave him her hand, and he held it.
“I say, I do so awfully want to call you Mildred.”
“You may if you like, I don’t care.”
“And you’ll call me Philip, won’t you?”
“I will if I can think of it. It seems more natural to call you Mr. Carey.”
He drew her slightly towards him, but she leaned back.
“What are you doing?”
“Won’t you kiss me good night?” he whispered.
“Impudence!” she said.
She snatched away her hand and hurried toward her house.
Philip bought tickets for Saturday night. It was not one of the days on which she got off early and therefore she would have no time to go home and change; but she meant to bring a frock up with her in the morning and hurry into her clothes at the shop. If the manageress was in a good temper she would let her go at seven. Philip had agreed to wait outside from a quarter past seven onwards. He looked forward to the occasion with painful eagerness, for in the cab on the way from the theatre to the station he thought she would let him kiss her. The vehicle gave every facility for a man to put his arm round a girl