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money off someone you have just been quarrelling with. What nonsense it made of all his fine attitudes! There was he, lecturing her, putting on superior airs, pretending to be shocked because she took contraception for granted; and the next moment turning round and asking her for money! But there you are, you see, that's what money can do. There is no attitude that money or the lack of it cannot puncture.

      By half past four it was almost completely dark. They tramped along misty roads where there was no illumination save the cracks of cottage windows and the yellow beam of an occasional car. It was getting beastly cold, too, but they had walked four miles and the exercise had warmed them. It was impossible to go on being unsociable any longer. They began to talk more easily, and by degrees they edged closer together. Rosemary took Gordon's arm. Presently she stopped him and swung him round to face her.

      'Gordon, why are you so beastly to me?'

      'How am I beastly to you?'

      'Coming all this way without speaking a word!'

      'Oh, well!'

      'Are you still angry with me because of what happened just now?'

      'No. I was never angry with you. You're not to blame.'

      She looked up at him, trying to divine the expression of his face in the almost pitch darkness. He drew her against him, and, as she seemed to expect it, tilted her face back and kissed her. She clung to him eagerly; her body melted against his. She had been waiting for this, it seemed.

      'Gordon, you do love me, don't you?'

      'Of course I do.'

      'Things went wrong somehow. I couldn't help it. I got frightened suddenly.'

      'It doesn't matter. Another time it'll be all right.'

      She was lying limp against him, her head on his breast. He could feel her heart beating. It seemed to flutter violently, as though she were taking some decision.

      'I don't care,' she said indistinctly, her face buried in his coat.

      'Don't care about what?'

      'The baby. I'll risk it. You can do what you like with me.'

      At these surrendering words a weak desire raised itself in him and died away at once. He knew why she had said it. It was not because, at this moment, she really wanted to be made love to. It was from a mere generous impulse to let him know that she loved him and would take a dreaded risk rather than disappoint him.

      'Now?' he said.

      'Yes, if you like.'

      He considered. He so wanted to be sure that she was his! But the cold night air flowed over them. Behind the hedges the long grass would be wet and chill. This was not the time or the place. Besides, that business of the eightpence had usurped his mind. He was not in the mood any longer.

      'I can't,' he said finally.

      'You can't! But, Gordon! I thought——'

      'I know. But it's all different now.'

      'You're still upset?'

      'Yes. In a way.'

      'Why?'

      He pushed her a little away from him. As well have the explanation now as later. Nevertheless he was so ashamed that he mumbled rather than said:

      'I've got a beastly thing to say to you. It's been worrying me all the way along.'

      'What is it?'

      'It's this. Can you lend me some money? I'm absolutely cleaned out. I had just enough for today, but that beastly hotel bill upset everything. I've only eightpence left.'

      Rosemary was amazed. She broke right out of his arms in her amazement.

      'Only eightpence left! What are you talking about? What does it matter if you've only eightpence left?'

      'Don't I tell you I shall have to borrow money off you in another minute? You'll have to pay for your own bus fares, and my bus fares, and your tea and Lord knows what. And I asked you to come out with me! You're supposed to be my guest. It's bloody.'

      'Your guest! Oh, Gordon! Is that what's been worrying you all this time?'

      'Yes.'

      'Gordon, you are a baby! How can you let yourself be worried by a thing like that? As though I minded lending you money! Aren't I always telling you I want to pay my share when we go out together?'

      'Yes, and you know how I hate your paying. We had that out the other night.'

      'Oh, how absurd, how absurd you are! Do you think there's anything to be ashamed of in having no money?'

      'Of course there is! It's the only thing in the world there is to be ashamed of.'

      'But what's it got to do with you and me making love, anyway? I don't understand you. First you want to and then you don't want to. What's money got to do with it?'

      'Everything.'

      He wound her arm in his and started down the road. She would never understand. Nevertheless he had got to explain.

      'Don't you understand that one isn't a full human being—that one doesn't feel a human being—unless one's got money in one's pocket?'

      'No. I think that's just silly.'

      'It isn't that I don't want to make love to you. I do. But I tell you I can't make love to you when I've only eightpence in my pocket. At least when you know I've only eightpence. I just can't do it. It's physically impossible.'

      'But why? Why?'

      'You'll find it in Lemprière,' he said obscurely.

      That settled it. They talked no more about it. For the second time he had behaved grossly badly and yet had made her feel as if it were she who was in the wrong. They walked on. She did not understand him; on the other hand, she forgave him everything. Presently they reached Farnham Common, and, after a wait at the cross road, got a bus to Slough. In the darkness, as the bus loomed near, Rosemary found Gordon's hand and slipped half a crown into it, so that he might pay the fares and not be shamed in public by letting a woman pay for him.

      For his own part Gordon would sooner have walked to Slough and saved the bus fares, but he knew Rosemary would refuse. In Slough, also, he was for taking the train straight back to London, but Rosemary said indignantly that she wasn't going to go without her tea, so they went to a large, dreary, draughty hotel near the station. Tea, with little wilting sandwiches and rock cakes like balls of putty, was two shillings a head. It was torment to Gordon to let her pay for his food. He sulked, ate nothing, and, after a whispered argument, insisted on contributing his eightpence towards the cost of the tea.

      It was seven o'clock when they took the train back to London. The train was full of tired hikers in khaki shorts. Rosemary and Gordon did not talk much. They sat close together, Rosemary with her arm twined through his, playing with his hand, Gordon looking out of the window. People in the carriage eyed them, wondering what they had quarrelled about. Gordon watched the lamp-starred darkness streaming past. So the day to which he had looked forward was ended. And now back to Willowbed Road, with a penniless week ahead. For a whole week, unless some miracle happened, he wouldn't even be able to buy himself a cigarette. What a bloody fool he had been! Rosemary was not angry with him. By the pressure of her hand she tried to make it clear to him that she loved him. His pale discontented face, turned half away from her, his shabby coat and his unkempt mouse-coloured hair that wanted cutting more than ever, filled her with profound pity. She felt more tenderly towards him than she would have done if everything had gone well, because in her feminine way she grasped that he was unhappy and that life was difficult for him.

      'See me home, will you?' she said as they got out at Paddington.

      'If you don't mind walking. I haven't got the fare.'

      'But let me pay the fare. Oh, dear! I suppose you won't. But how are you going to get home yourself?'

      'Oh, I'll walk. I know the way. It's not so very far.'

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