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‘You hadn’t met Griffiths?’
‘You said yourself I couldn’t help it if I’m in love with
him.’
Her face was set into a sulky look, and she kept her eyes
fixed on her plate. Philip was white with rage. He would
have liked to hit her in the face with his clenched fist, and
in fancy he saw how she would look with a black eye. There
were two lads of eighteen dining at a table near them, and
now and then they looked at Mildred; he wondered if they
envied him dining with a pretty girl; perhaps they were
wishing they stood in his shoes. It was Mildred who broke
the silence.
‘What’s the good of our going away together? I’d be think-
ing of him all the time. It wouldn’t be much fun for you.’
‘That’s my business,’ he answered.
She thought over all his reply implicated, and she red-
dened.
‘But that’s just beastly.’
‘What of it?’
‘I thought you were a gentleman in every sense of the
word.’
‘You were mistaken.’
His reply entertained him, and he laughed as he said it.
‘For God’s sake don’t laugh,’ she cried. ‘I can’t come away
with you, Philip. I’m awfully sorry. I know I haven’t behaved
well to you, but one can’t force themselves.’
‘Have you forgotten that when you were in trouble I did
everything for you? I planked out the money to keep you till
your baby was born, I paid for your doctor and everything,

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