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only person who could do anything for him. Perhaps after
dinner he could bring himself to tell Athelny that he was in
difficulties. Philip repeated to himself over and over again
what he should say to him. He was dreadfully afraid that
Athelny would put him off with airy phrases: that would be
so horrible that he wanted to delay as long as possible the
putting of him to the test. Philip had lost all confidence in
his fellows.
Saturday night was cold and raw. Philip suffered horribly.
From midday on Saturday till he dragged himself wearily to
Athelny’s house he ate nothing. He spent his last twopence
on Sunday morning on a wash and a brush up in the lava-
tory at Charing Cross.

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