“I wouldn’t take a penny piece from him.  I’d sooner beg my bread.  I’d have seen about getting some work to do long before now, only it wouldn’t be good for me in the state I’m in.  You have to think of your health, don’t you?”

“You needn’t bother about the present,” said Philip.  “I can let you have all you want till you’re fit to work again.”

“I knew I could depend on you.  I told Emil he needn’t think I hadn’t got somebody to go to.  I told him you was a gentleman in every sense of the word.”

By degrees Philip learned how the separation had come about.  It appeared that the fellow’s wife had discovered the adventure he was engaged in during his periodical visits to London, and had gone to the head of the firm that employed him.  She threatened to divorce him, and they announced that they would dismiss him if she did.  He was passionately devoted to his children and could not bear the thought of being separated from them.  When he had to choose between his wife and his mistress he chose his wife.  He had been always anxious that there should be no child to make the entanglement more complicated; and when Mildred, unable longer to conceal its approach, informed him of the fact, he was seized with panic.  He picked a quarrel and left her without more ado.

“When d’you expect to be confined?” asked Philip.

“At the beginning of March.”

“Three months.”

It was necessary to discuss plans.  Mildred declared she would not remain in the rooms at Highbury, and Philip thought it more convenient too that she should be nearer to him.  He promised to look for something next day.  She suggested the Vauxhall Bridge Road as a likely neighbourhood.

“And it would be near for afterwards,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I should only be able to stay there about two months or a little more, and then I should have to go into a house.  I know a very respectable place, where they have a most superior class of people, and they take you for four guineas a week and no extras.  Of course the doctor’s extra, but that’s all.  A friend of mine went there, and the lady who keeps it is a thorough lady.  I mean to tell her that my husband’s an officer in India and I’ve come to London for my baby, because it’s better for my health.”

It seemed extraordinary to Philip to hear her talking in this way.  With her delicate little features and her pale face she looked cold and maidenly.  When he thought of the passions that burnt within her, so unexpected, his heart was strangely troubled.  His pulse beat quickly.

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