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and was uger to go to Provence; he wanted heavy skies from
which the hot blue seemed to drip like beads of sweat, and
broad white dusty roads, and pale roofs out of which the sun
had burnt the colour, and olive trees gray with heat.
The day before they were to start, after the morning class,
Philip, putting his things together, spoke to Fanny Price.
‘I’m off tomorrow,’ he said cheerfully.
‘Off where?’ she said quickly. ‘You’re not going away?’ Her
face fell.
‘I’m going away for the summer. Aren’t you?’
‘No, I’m staying in Paris. I thought you were going to stay
too. I was looking forward....’
She stopped and shrugged her shoulders.
‘But won’t it be frightfully hot here? It’s awfully bad for
you.’
‘Much you care if it’s bad for me. Where are you going?’
‘Moret.’
‘Chalice is going there. You’re not going with her?’
‘Lawson and I are going. And she’s going there too. I don’t
know that we’re actually going together.’
She gave a low guttural sound, and her large face grew
dark and red.
‘How filthy! I thought you were a decent fellow. You were
about the only one here. She’s been with Clutton and Potter
and Flanagan, even with old Foinet—that’s why he takes so
much trouble about her—and now two of you, you and Law-
son. It makes me sick.’
‘Oh, what nonsense! She’s a very decent sort. One treats
her just as if she were a man.’