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On
nights
when
he
came
in
very
late
it
was
she
who
warmed
up
his
dinner
.
He
scarcely
knew
what
he
was
eating
feeling
her
beside
him
alone
,
at
night
,
in
the
sleeping
house
.
And
her
thoughtfulness
!
If
the
night
was
anyway
cold
or
wet
or
windy
there
was
sure
to
be
a
little
tumbler
of
punch
ready
for
him
.
Perhaps
they
could
be
happy
together
...
.
They
used
to
go
upstairs
together
on
tiptoe
,
each
with
a
candle
,
and
on
the
third
landing
exchange
reluctant
goodnights
.
They
used
to
kiss
.
He
remembered
well
her
eyes
,
the
touch
of
her
hand
and
his
delirium
...
.
But
delirium
passes
.
He
echoed
her
phrase
,
applying
it
to
himself
:
"
What
am
I
to
do
?
"
The
instinct
of
the
celibate
warned
him
to
hold
back
.
But
the
sin
was
there
;
even
his
sense
of
honour
told
him
that
reparation
must
be
made
for
such
a
sin
.
While
he
was
sitting
with
her
on
the
side
of
the
bed
Mary
came
to
the
door
and
said
that
the
missus
wanted
to
see
him
in
the
parlour
.
He
stood
up
to
put
on
his
coat
and
waistcoat
,
more
helpless
than
ever
.
When
he
was
dressed
he
went
over
to
her
to
comfort
her
.
It
would
be
all
right
,
never
fear
.
He
left
her
crying
on
the
bed
and
moaning
softly
:
"
O
my
God
!
"
Going
down
the
stairs
his
glasses
became
so
dimmed
with
moisture
that
he
had
to
take
them
off
and
polish
them
.
He
longed
to
ascend
through
the
roof
and
fly
away
to
another
country
where
he
would
never
hear
again
of
his
trouble
,
and
yet
a
force
pushed
him
downstairs
step
by
step
.
The
implacable
faces
of
his
employer
and
of
the
Madam
stared
upon
his
discomfiture
.
On
the
last
flight
of
stairs
he
passed
Jack
Mooney
who
was
coming
up
from
the
pantry
nursing
two
bottles
of
Bass
.
They
saluted
coldly
;
and
the
lover
's
eyes
rested
for
a
second
or
two
on
a
thick
bulldog
face
and
a
pair
of
thick
short
arms
.
When
he
reached
the
foot
of
the
staircase
he
glanced
up
and
saw
Jack
regarding
him
from
the
door
of
the
return-room
.
Suddenly
he
remembered
the
night
when
one
of
the
musichall
artistes
,
a
little
blond
Londoner
,
had
made
a
rather
free
allusion
to
Polly
.
The
reunion
had
been
almost
broken
up
on
account
of
Jack
's
violence
.
Everyone
tried
to
quiet
him
.
The
music-hall
artiste
,
a
little
paler
than
usual
,
kept
smiling
and
saying
that
there
was
no
harm
meant
:
but
Jack
kept
shouting
at
him
that
if
any
fellow
tried
that
sort
of
a
game
on
with
his
sister
he
'd
bloody
well
put
his
teeth
down
his
throat
,
so
he
would
.
Polly
sat
for
a
little
time
on
the
side
of
the
bed
,
crying
.
Then
she
dried
her
eyes
and
went
over
to
the
looking-glass
.
She
dipped
the
end
of
the
towel
in
the
water-jug
and
refreshed
her
eyes
with
the
cool
water
.
She
looked
at
herself
in
profile
and
readjusted
a
hairpin
above
her
ear
.
Then
she
went
back
to
the
bed
again
and
sat
at
the
foot
.
She
regarded
the
pillows
for
a
long
time
and
the
sight
of
them
awakened
in
her
mind
secret
,
amiable
memories
.
She
rested
the
nape
of
her
neck
against
the
cool
iron
bed-rail
and
fell
into
a
reverie
.
There
was
no
longer
any
perturbation
visible
on
her
face
.
She
waited
on
patiently
,
almost
cheerfully
,
without
alarm
.
her
memories
gradually
giving
place
to
hopes
and
visions
of
the
future
.
Her
hopes
and
visions
were
so
intricate
that
she
no
longer
saw
the
white
pillows
on
which
her
gaze
was
fixed
or
remembered
that
she
was
waiting
for
anything
At
last
she
heard
her
mother
calling
.
She
started
to
her
feet
and
ran
to
the
banisters
.
