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All day Philip had been telling himself that this was the
last time he would ever sit in that hateful office.
‘Yes, this is the end of my year.’
‘I’m afraid you’ve not done very well. Mr. Carter’s very
dissatisfied with you.’
‘Not nearly so dissatisfied as I am with Mr. Carter,’ re-
turned Philip cheerfully.
‘I don’t think you should speak like that, Carey.’
‘I’m not coming back. I made the arrangement that if I
didn’t like accountancy Mr. Carter would return me half the
money I paid for my articles and I could chuck it at the end
of a year.’
‘You shouldn’t come to such a decision hastily.’
‘For ten months I’ve loathed it all, I’ve loathed the work,
I’ve loathed the office, I loathe Loudon. I’d rather sweep a
crossing than spend my days here.’
‘Well, I must say, I don’t think you’re very fitted for ac-
countancy.’
‘Good-bye,’ said Philip, holding out his hand. ‘I want to
thank you for your kindness to me. I’m sorry if I’ve been
troublesome. I knew almost from the beginning I was no
good.’
‘Well, if you really do make up your mind it is good-bye.
I don’t know what you’re going to do, but if you’re in the
neighbourhood at any time come in and see us.’
Philip gave a little laugh.
‘I’m afraid it sounds very rude, but I hope from the bot-
tom of my heart that I shall never set eyes on any of you
again.’

Of Human Bondage