He took them out of his pocket and deliberately tore them up.

“What are you doing that for?”

“You don’t suppose I want to go and see a rotten musical comedy by myself, do you?  I only took seats there for your sake.”

“You can’t see me home if that’s what you mean?”

“You’ve made other arrangements.”

“I don’t know what you mean by that.  You’re just as selfish as all the rest of them.  You only think of yourself.  It’s not my fault if my aunt’s queer.”

She quickly wrote out his bill and left him.  Philip knew very little about women, or he would have been aware that one should accept their most transparent lies.  He made up his mind that he would watch the shop and see for certain whether Mildred went out with the German.  He had an unhappy passion for certainty.  At seven he stationed himself on the opposite pavement.  He looked about for Miller, but did not see him.  In ten minutes she came out, she had on the cloak and shawl which she had worn when he took her to the Shaftesbury Theatre.  It was obvious that she was not going home.  She saw him before he had time to move away, started a little, and then came straight up to him.

“What are you doing here?” she said.

“Taking the air,” he answered.

“You’re spying on me, you dirty little cad.  I thought you was a gentleman.”

“Did you think a gentleman would be likely to take any interest in you?” he murmured.

There was a devil within him which forced him to make matters worse.  He wanted to hurt her as much as she was hurting him.

“I suppose I can change my mind if I like.  I’m not obliged to come out with you.  I tell you I’m going home, and I won’t be followed or spied upon.”

“Have you seen Miller today?”

“That’s no business of yours.  In point of fact I haven’t, so you’re wrong again.”

“I saw him this afternoon.  He’d just come out of the shop when I went in.”

“Well, what if he did?  I can go out with him if I want to, can’t I?  I don’t know what you’ve got to say to it.”

“He’s keeping you waiting, isn’t he?”

“Well, I’d rather wait for him than have you wait for me.  Put that in your pipe and smoke it.  And now p’raps you’ll go off home and mind your own business in future.”

His mood changed suddenly from anger to despair, and his voice trembled when he spoke.

“I say, don’t be beastly with me, Mildred.  You know I’m awfully fond of you.  I think I love you with all my heart.  Won’t you change your mind?  I was looking forward to this evening so awfully.  You see, he hasn’t come, and he can’t care twopence about you really.  Won’t you dine with me?  I’ll get some more tickets, and we’ll go anywhere you like.”

“I tell you I won’t.  It’s no good you talking.  I’ve made up my mind, and when I make up my mind I keep to it.”

He looked at her for a moment.  His heart was torn with anguish.  People were hurrying past them on the pavement, and cabs and omnibuses rolled by noisily.  He saw that Mildred’s eyes were wandering.  She was afraid of missing Miller in the crowd.