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to the shabby room he made her take a dose. Then they sat
together till it was time for Philip to go back to Harrington
Street. He was hideously bored.
Philip went to see her every day. She took the medicine
he had prescribed and followed his directions, and soon the
results were so apparent that she gained the greatest con-
fidence in Philip’s skill. As she grew better she grew less
despondent. She talked more freely.
‘As soon as I can get a job I shall be all right,’ she said.
‘I’ve had my lesson now and I mean to profit by it. No more
racketing about for yours truly.’
Each time he saw her, Philip asked whether she had found
work. She told him not to worry, she would find something
to do as soon as she wanted it; she had several strings to her
bow; it was all the better not to do anything for a week or
two. He could not deny this, but at the end of that time he
became more insistent. She laughed at him, she was much
more cheerful now, and said he was a fussy old thing. She
told him long stories of the manageresses she interviewed,
for her idea was to get work at some eating-house; what they
said and what she answered. Nothing definite was fixed, but
she was sure to settle something at the beginning of the fol-
lowing week: there was no use hurrying, and it would be a
mistake to take something unsuitable.
‘It’s absurd to talk like that,’ he said impatiently. ‘You
must take anything you can get. I can’t help you, and your
money won’t last for ever.’
‘Oh, well, I’ve not come to the end of it yet and chance it.’
He looked at her sharply. It was three weeks since his