Of Human Bondage - W. Somerset Maugham [209]
“If you think you’re going to make me like him any the less by saying nasty things about him, you’re mistaken.”
Philip was silent for a moment. He did not know what words he could use to make her see his point of view. He wanted to speak coolly and deliberately, but he was in such a turmoil of emotion that he could not clear his thoughts.
“It’s not worthwhile sacrificing everything for an infatuation that you know can’t last. After all, he doesn’t care for anyone more than ten days, and you’re rather cold; that sort of thing doesn’t mean very much to you.”
“That’s what you think.”
She made it more difficult for him by adopting a cantankerous tone.
“If you’re in love with him you can’t help it. I’ll just bear it as best I can. We get on very well together, you and I, and I’ve not behaved badly to you, have I? I’ve always known that you’re not in love with me, but you like me all right, and when we get over to Paris you’ll forget about Griffiths. If you make up your mind to put him out of your thoughts you won’t find it so hard as all that, and I’ve deserved that you should do something for me.”
She did not answer, and they went on eating their dinner. When the silence grew oppressive Philip began to talk of different things. He pretended not to notice that Mildred was inattentive. Her answers were perfunctory, and she volunteered no remarks of her own. At last she interrupted abruptly what he was saying.
“Philip, I’m afraid I shan’t be able to go away on Saturday. The doctor says I oughtn’t to.”
He knew this was not true, but he answered:
“When will you be able to come away?”
She glanced at him, saw that his face was white and rigid, and looked nervously away. She was at that moment a little afraid of him.
“I may as well tell you and have done with it, I can’t come away with you at all.”
“I thought you were driving at that. It’s too late to change your mind now. I’ve got the tickets and everything.”
“You said you didn’t wish me to go unless I wanted it too, and I don’t.”
“I’ve changed my mind. I’m not going to have anymore tricks played with me. You must come.”
“I like you very much, Philip, as a friend. But I can’t bear to think of anything else. I don’t like you that way. I couldn’t, Philip.”
“You were quite willing to a week ago.”
“It was different then.”
“You hadn’t met Griffiths?”
“You said yourself I couldn’t help it if I’m in love with him.”
Her face was set into a sulky look, and she kept her eyes fixed on her plate. Philip was white with rage. He would have liked to hit her in the face with his clenched fist, and in fancy he saw how she would look with a black eye. There were two lads of eighteen dining at a table near them, and now and then they looked at Mildred; he wondered if they envied him dining with a pretty girl; perhaps they were wishing they stood in his shoes. It was Mildred who broke the silence.
“What’s the good of our going away together? I’d be thinking of him all the time. It wouldn’t be much fun for you.”
“That’s my business,” he answered.
She thought over all his reply indicated, and she reddened.
“But that’s just beastly.”
“What of it?”
“I thought you were a gentleman in every sense of the word.”
“You were mistaken.”
His reply entertained him, and he laughed as he said it.
“For God’s sake don’t laugh,” she cried. “I can’t come away with you, Philip. I’m awfully sorry. I know I haven’t behaved well to you, but one can’t force themselves.”
“Have you forgotten that when you were in trouble I did everything for you? I planked out the money to keep you till your baby was born, I paid for your doctor and everything, I paid for you to go to Brighton, and I’m paying for the keep of your baby, I’m paying for your clothes, I