“Is there a telegram for me?” he said, as he burst in.

“No,” said Mildred.

His face fell, and in bitter disappointment he sank heavily into a chair.

“Then he didn’t buy them for me after all.  Curse him,” he added violently.  “What cruel luck!  And I’ve been thinking all day of what I’d do with the money.”

“Why, what were you going to do?” she asked.

“What’s the good of thinking about that now?  Oh, I wanted the money so badly.”

She gave a laugh and handed him a telegram.

“I was only having a joke with you.  I opened it.”

He tore it out of her hands.  Macalister had bought him two hundred and fifty shares and sold them at the half-crown profit he had suggested.  The commission note was to follow next day.  For one moment Philip was furious with Mildred for her cruel jest, but then he could only think of his joy.

“It makes such a difference to me,” he cried.  “I’ll stand you a new dress if you like.”

“I want it badly enough,” she answered.

“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do.  I’m going to be operated upon at the end of July.”

“Why, have you got something the matter with you?” she interrupted.

It struck her that an illness she did not know might explain what had so much puzzled her.  He flushed, for he hated to refer to his deformity.

“No, but they think they can do something to my foot.  I couldn’t spare the time before, but now it doesn’t matter so much.  I shall start my dressing in October instead of next month.  I shall only be in hospital a few weeks and then we can go away to the seaside for the rest of the summer.  It’ll do us all good, you and the baby and me.”

“Oh, let’s go to Brighton, Philip, I like Brighton, you get such a nice class of people there.”  Philip had vaguely thought of some little fishing village in Cornwall, but as she spoke it occurred to him that Mildred would be bored to death there.

“I don’t mind where we go as long as I get the sea.”

He did not know why, but he had suddenly an irresistible longing for the sea.  He wanted to bathe, and he thought with delight of splashing about in the salt water.  He was a good swimmer, and nothing exhilarated him like a rough sea.

“I say, it will be jolly,” he cried.

“It’ll be like a honeymoon, won’t it?” she said.  “How much can I have for my new dress, Phil?”

XCIV

Philip asked Mr. Jacobs, the assistant-surgeon for whom he had dressed, to do the operation.  Jacobs accepted with pleasure, since he was interested just then in neglected talipes and was getting together materials for a paper.  He warned Philip that he could not make his foot like the other, but he thought he could do a good deal; and though he would always limp he would be able to wear a boot less unsightly than that which he had been accustomed to.  Philip remembered how he had prayed to a God who was able to remove mountains for him who had faith, and he smiled bitterly.