He put the thought away from him quickly; it was pure selfishness; of course her health was more important than anything else.  But he had nothing to do now; he might spend the week with her in Brighton, and they could be together all day.  His heart leaped at the thought.  It would be amusing to appear before Mildred suddenly with the information that he had taken a room in the boarding-house.  He looked out trains.  But he paused.  He was not certain that she would be pleased to see him; she had made friends in Brighton; he was quiet, and she liked boisterous joviality; he realised that she amused herself more with other people than with him.  It would torture him if he felt for an instant that he was in the way.  He was afraid to risk it.  He dared not even write and suggest that, with nothing to keep him in town, he would like to spend the week where he could see her every day.  She knew he had nothing to do; if she wanted him to come she would have asked him to.  He dared not risk the anguish he would suffer if he proposed to come and she made excuses to prevent him.

He wrote to her next day, sent her a five-pound note, and at the end of his letter said that if she were very nice and cared to see him for the week-end he would be glad to run down; but she was by no means to alter any plans she had made.  He awaited her answer with impatience.  In it she said that if she had only known before she could have arranged it, but she had promised to go to a music-hall on the Saturday night; besides, it would make the people at the boarding-house talk if he stayed there.  Why did he not come on Sunday morning and spend the day?  They could lunch at the Metropole, and she would take him afterwards to see the very superior lady-like person who was going to take the baby.

Sunday.  He blessed the day because it was fine.  As the train approached Brighton the sun poured through the carriage window.  Mildred was waiting for him on the platform.

“How jolly of you to come and meet me!” he cried, as he seized her hands.

“You expected me, didn’t you?”

“I hoped you would.  I say, how well you’re looking.”

“It’s done me a rare lot of good, but I think I’m wise to stay here as long as I can.  And there are a very nice class of people at the boarding-house.  I wanted cheering up after seeing nobody all these months.  It was dull sometimes.”

She looked very smart in her new hat, a large black straw with a great many inexpensive flowers on it; and round her neck floated a long boa of imitation swansdown.  She was still very thin, and she stooped a little when she walked (she had always done that,) but her eyes did not seem so large; and though she never had any colour, her skin had lost the earthy look it had.  They walked down to the sea.  Philip, remembering he had not walked with her for months, grew suddenly conscious of his limp and walked stiffly in the attempt to conceal it.