But pity was inane.  Philip felt it was not that which these people needed.  They did not pity themselves.  They accepted their fate.  It was the natural order of things.  Otherwise, good heavens! otherwise they would swarm over the river in their multitude to the side where those great buildings were, secure and stately, and they would pillage, burn, and sack.  But the day, tender and pale, had broken now, and the mist was tenuous; it bathed everything in a soft radiance; and the Thames was gray, rosy, and green; gray like mother-of-pearl and green like the heart of a yellow rose.  The wharfs and store-houses of the Surrey Side were massed in disorderly loveliness.  The scene was so exquisite that Philip’s heart beat passionately.  He was overwhelmed by the beauty of the world.  Beside that nothing seemed to matter.

CXV

Philip spent the few weeks that remained before the beginning of the winter session in the out-patients’ department, and in October settled down to regular work.  He had been away from the hospital for so long that he found himself very largely among new people; the men of different years had little to do with one another, and his contemporaries were now mostly qualified:  some had left to take up assistantships or posts in country hospitals and infirmaries, and some held appointments at St. Luke’s.  The two years during which his mind had lain fallow had refreshed him, he fancied, and he was able now to work with energy.

The Athelnys were delighted with his change of fortune.  He had kept aside a few things from the sale of his uncle’s effects and gave them all presents.  He gave Sally a gold chain that had belonged to his aunt.  She was now grown up.  She was apprenticed to a dressmaker and set out every morning at eight to work all day in a shop in Regent Street.  Sally had frank blue eyes, a broad brow, and plentiful shining hair; she was buxom, with broad hips and full breasts; and her father, who was fond of discussing her appearance, warned her constantly that she must not grow fat.  She attracted because she was healthy, animal, and feminine.  She had many admirers, but they left her unmoved; she gave one the impression that she looked upon love-making as nonsense; and it was easy to imagine that young men found her unapproachable.  Sally was old for her years:  she had been used to help her mother in the household work and in the care of the children, so that she had acquired a managing air, which made her mother say that Sally was a bit too fond of having things her own way.  She did not speak very much, but as she grew older she seemed to be acquiring a quiet sense of humour, and sometimes uttered a remark which suggested that beneath her impassive exterior she was quietly bubbling with amusement at her fellow-creatures.  Philip found that with her he never got on the terms of affectionate intimacy upon which he was with the rest of Athelny’s huge family.  Now and then her indifference slightly irritated him.  There was something enigmatic in her.