“I don’t care a twopenny damn for her. I give you my word of honour.”
Philip gave a sigh of relief. The cab stopped at their door.
LXXV
Next day Philip was in a good temper. He was very anxious not to bore Mildred with too much of his society, and so had arranged that he should not see her till dinner-time. She was ready when he fetched her, and he chaffed her for her unwonted punctuality. She was wearing a new dress he had given her. He remarked on its smartness.
“It’ll have to go back and be altered,” she said. “The skirt hangs all wrong.”
“You’ll have to make the dressmaker hurry up if you want to take it to Paris with you.”
“It’ll be ready in time for that.”
“Only three more whole days. We’ll go over by the eleven o’clock, shall we?”
“If you like.”
He would have her for nearly a month entirely to himself. His eyes rested on her with hungry adoration. He was able to laugh a little at his own passion.