A devil seized Philip, a devil of self-torture which was always lurking within him, and, though with all his soul he wished that Griffiths and Mildred should not go away together, he could not help himself; he set himself to persuade Griffiths through her.
“I don’t see why not, if I’m willing,” he said.
“That’s what I told him.”
“I should have thought if he really wanted to go he wouldn’t hesitate.”
“Oh, it’s not that, he wants to all right. He’d go at once if he had the money.”
“If he’s squeamish about it I’ll give YOU the money.”
“I said you’d lend it if he liked, and we’d pay it back as soon as we could.”
“It’s rather a change for you going on your knees to get a man to take you away for a week-end.”
“It is rather, isn’t it?” she said, with a shameless little laugh. It sent a cold shudder down Philip’s spine.
“What are you going to do then?” he asked.