“It’s quite likely. But I warned her—why did she come in? I told her not to, and she has known me long enough.”
“I wonder what Paddy would think of it?”
He ground his teeth.
“What does it matter?—what does anything matter? I used not to care, and I will be the same again. I have been a fool to let myself get set upon anything—” He got up, and pushed his chair aside roughly. “I am going away to-morrow! I don’t know where, except that I shall go to London first—afterward, to the devil, as I said before.”
He turned to the door, and she could not but follow.
“You needn’t worry any more to-night. I won’t touch the whisky again, and I won’t shoot myself,” and without waiting for her, he strode off up the stairs.
CHAPTER XLIV
“I Cannot Come.”
For a whole week Lawrence knocked about London, and it was just as well for their peace of mind that none of those who cared for him saw him.
One Sunday afternoon he suddenly called a taxi and drove off to Shepherd’s Bush.