some excuse in a while to release himself, as though it were unpleasant for him to be touched by her.  She could not make it out.  The only hold she had over him was through the baby, of whom he seemed to grow fonder and fonder:  she could make him white with anger by giving the child a slap or a push; and the only time the old, tender smile came back into his eyes was when she stood with the baby in her arms.  She noticed it when she was being photographed like that by a man on the beach, and afterwards she often stood in the same way for Philip to look at her.

When they got back to London Mildred began looking for the work she had asserted was so easy to find; she wanted now to be independent of Philip; and she thought of the satisfaction with which she would announce to him that she was going into rooms and would take the child with her.  But her heart failed her when she came into closer contact with the possibility.  She had grown unused to the long hours, she did not want to be at the beck and call of a manageress, and her dignity revolted at the thought of wearing once more a uniform.  She had made out to such of the neighbours as she knew that they were comfortably off:  it would be a come-down if they heard that she had to go out and work.  Her natural indolence asserted itself.  She did not want to leave Philip, and so long as he was willing to provide for her, she did not see why she should.  There was no money to throw away, but she got her board and lodging, and he might get better off.  His uncle was an old man and might die any day, he would come into a little then, and even as things were, it was better than slaving from morning till night for a few shillings a week.  Her efforts relaxed; she kept on reading the advertisement columns of the daily paper merely to show that she wanted to do something if anything that was worth her while presented itself.  But panic seized her, and she was afraid that Philip would grow tired of supporting her.  She had no hold over him at all now, and she fancied that he only allowed her to stay there because he was fond of the baby.  She brooded over it all, and she thought to herself angrily that she would make him pay for all this some day.  She could not reconcile herself to the fact that he no longer cared for her.  She would make him.  She suffered from pique, and sometimes in a curious fashion she desired Philip.  He was so cold now that it exasperated her.  She thought of him in that way incessantly.  She thought that he was treating her very badly, and she did not know what she had done to deserve it.  She kept on saying to herself that it was unnatural they should live like that.  Then she thought that if things were different and she were going to have a baby, he would be sure to marry her.  He was funny, but he was a gentleman in every sense of the word, no one could deny that.  At last it became an obsession with her, and she made up her mind to force a change in their relations.  He never even kissed her now, and she wanted him to:  she remembered how ardently he had been used to press her lips.  It gave her a curious feeling to think of it.  She often looked at his mouth.