Philip thought he was ravenous till he began to eat, but then discovered that his stomach turned against food, and he could eat hardly at all.  His brain was weary; and he did not notice that Athelny, contrary to his habit, spoke very little.  Philip was relieved to be sitting in a comfortable house, but every now and then he could not prevent himself from glancing out of the window.  The day was tempestuous.  The fine weather had broken; and it was cold, and there was a bitter wind; now and again gusts of rain drove against the window.  Philip wondered what he should do that night.  The Athelnys went to bed early, and he could not stay where he was after ten o’clock.  His heart sank at the thought of going out into the bleak darkness.  It seemed more terrible now that he was with his friends than when he was outside and alone.  He kept on saying to himself that there were plenty more who would be spending the night out of doors.  He strove to distract his mind by talking, but in the middle of his words a spatter of rain against the window would make him start.

“It’s like March weather,” said Athelny.  “Not the sort of day one would like to be crossing the Channel.”

Presently they finished, and Sally came in and cleared away.

“Would you like a twopenny stinker?” said Athelny, handing him a cigar.

Philip took it and inhaled the smoke with delight.  It soothed him extraordinarily.  When Sally had finished Athelny told her to shut the door after her.

“Now we shan’t be disturbed,” he said, turning to Philip.  “I’ve arranged with Betty not to let the children come in till I call them.”

Philip gave him a startled look, but before he could take in the meaning of his words, Athelny, fixing his glasses on his nose with the gesture habitual to him, went on.

“I wrote to you last Sunday to ask if anything was the matter with you, and as you didn’t answer I went to your rooms on Wednesday.”

Philip turned his head away and did not answer.  His heart began to beat violently.  Athelny did not speak, and presently the silence seemed intolerable to Philip.  He could not think of a single word to say.

“Your landlady told me you hadn’t been in since Saturday night, and she said you owed her for the last month.  Where have you been sleeping all this week?”

It made Philip sick to answer.  He stared out of the window.

“Nowhere.”

“I tried to find you.”

“Why?” asked Philip.

“Betty and I have been just as broke in our day, only we had babies to look after.  Why didn’t you come here?”

“I couldn’t.”

Philip was afraid he was going to cry.  He felt very weak.  He shut his eyes and frowned, trying to control himself.  He felt a sudden flash of anger with Athelny because he would not leave him alone; but he was broken; and presently, his eyes still closed, slowly in order to keep his voice steady, he told him the story of his adventures during the last few weeks.  As he spoke it seemed to him that he had behaved inanely, and it made it still harder to tell.  He felt that Athelny would think him an utter fool.