“He came in to lunch one day last week and asked me then. He’s earning very good money. He makes seven pounds a week now and he’s got prospects.”
Philip was silent again. He remembered that she had always liked Miller; he amused her; there was in his foreign birth an exotic charm which she felt unconsciously.
“I suppose it was inevitable,” he said at last. “You were bound to accept the highest bidder. When are you going to marry?”
“On Saturday next. I have given notice.”
Philip felt a sudden pang.
“As soon as that?”
“We’re going to be married at a registry office. Emil prefers it.”
Philip felt dreadfully tired. He wanted to get away from her. He thought he would go straight to bed. He called for the bill.
“I’ll put you in a cab and send you down to Victoria. I daresay you won’t have to wait long for a train.”
“Won’t you come with me?”