At last he could bear the agony no longer.  After dinner one evening in the little restaurant in Soho, to which now they often went, he spoke to her.

“I say, did you mean it the other day that you wouldn’t marry me if I asked you?”

“Yes, why not?”

“Because I can’t live without you.  I want you with me always.  I’ve tried to get over it and I can’t.  I never shall now.  I want you to marry me.”

She had read too many novelettes not to know how to take such an offer.

“I’m sure I’m very grateful to you, Philip.  I’m very much flattered at your proposal.”

“Oh, don’t talk rot.  You will marry me, won’t you?”

“D’you think we should be happy?”

“No.  But what does that matter?”

The words were wrung out of him almost against his will.  They surprised her.

“Well, you are a funny chap.  Why d’you want to marry me then?  The other day you said you couldn’t afford it.”

“I think I’ve got about fourteen hundred pounds left.  Two can live just as cheaply as one.  That’ll keep us till I’m qualified and have got through with my hospital appointments, and then I can get an assistantship.”

“It means you wouldn’t be able to earn anything for six years.  We should have about four pounds a week to live on till then, shouldn’t we?”

“Not much more than three.  There are all my fees to pay.”

“And what would you get as an assistant?”

“Three pounds a week.”

“D’you mean to say you have to work all that time and spend a small fortune just to earn three pounds a week at the end of it?  I don’t see that I should be any better off than I am now.”

He was silent for a moment.

“D’you mean to say you won’t marry me?” he asked hoarsely.  “Does my great love mean nothing to you at all?”

“One has to think of oneself in those things, don’t one?  I shouldn’t mind marrying, but I don’t want to marry if I’m going to be no better off than what I am now.  I don’t see the use of it.”

“If you cared for me you wouldn’t think of all that.”

“P’raps not.”

He was silent.  He drank a glass of wine in order to get rid of the choking in his throat.

“Look at that girl who’s just going out,” said Mildred.  “She got them furs at the Bon Marche at Brixton.  I saw them in the window last time I went down there.”

Philip smiled grimly.

“What are you laughing at?” she asked.  “It’s true.  And I said to my aunt at the time, I wouldn’t buy anything that had been in the window like that, for everyone to know how much you paid for it.”

“I can’t understand you.  You make me frightfully unhappy, and in the next breath you talk rot that has nothing to do with what we’re speaking about.”

“You are nasty to me,” she answered, aggrieved.  “I can’t help noticing those furs, because I said to my aunt...”