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With Ellen the trouble was more mysteriousMillie did not understand that strange woman. After the scene in Ellen's room for many days she held aloof, not speaking to Millie at all. Then gradually she approached again, and one morning came into the room where Millie was working, walked up to her desk, bent over her and kissed her passionately and walked straight out of the room again without uttering a word. A few days later she mysteriously pressed a note into her hand. This was what it said:
"Now tell me," he said, "why you're happy to-day?"
"You won't have to bother any more now that she's got me to look after her," said Baxter, sucking the gold knob of his cane.
"People want something more real nowadays," said Mary.
"I was full of this idea of courage, my back to the wall and fighting the universe. So I just shut myself up, got a little journalismsporting journalism it was, football matches and boxing and cricketand grouched along. The other men on the sporting paper thought me too conceited for words and left me alone. I drank a bit too, the worst kind of drinking, alone in one's room.
When he saw the feather he at once thought of Razkolnikov's Sonia. Perhaps not only the feather suggested the comparison. There was something simple and innocent and a little apprehensive that came at once from the girl's attitude, her hesitation as she stood just in front of Henry, the glance that she flung upon the Piccadilly cauldron before she stepped into it.
"No."
He looked about him. Then in the middle of his curiosity the thought of his many troubles overcame him and he began:
Millie took her hat and coat and went out into the rain.
And with this half-formed criticism of Bunny there came most curiously a more urgent physical longing for him. Before, when he had seemed so utterly perfect, the holding of hands, kisses, embraces could wait. Everything was so safe. But now was everything so safe? If they could quarrel like that at a moment's notice, and he could look suddenly as though he hated her, were they so safe? Bunny himself was changing a little. He was always wanting to kiss her, to lead her into dark[Pg 184] corners, to tell her over and over again that he adored her. Their love in these last days had lost some fine quality of sobriety and restraint that it had possessed at first.
"We don't see the thing as it really is, I expect," he answered her, "nor people as they really are."
"But I want to know. I'm not a child"
But Mrs. Martin was a woman of one idea at a time. "If you doubt my character, Miss, please speak to Miss Platt about it, and if she has a complaint well and good and I'll take her word for it, she having known me a good deal longer than many people and not one to rush to conclusions as some are perhaps with justice and perhaps not."
In the taxi Millie leant her head on the woman's shoulder.
"Here, we'd better be moving a bit, dear, or the bobby will be on us. You do look tired. I don't think I've seen you about before."
CHAPTER VII
The interval of that bright, sunny, bird-haunted week seemed, when afterwards he looked back to it, like a pause given to him in which to prepare for the events that were even then crowding, grey-shaped, face-muffled, to his door. . . .
She lay down as he had asked her and her hand was in his.
July 27.