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〃It DOES make a noise；〃 said Emily； looking at the gas as though she were seeing it for the first time。
〃Well； do you think there's a lamp somewhere？〃
Emily licked her finger。
〃I'll ask the missus；〃 she said and disappeared。 Soon she returned with a lamp； its gloriea hidden beneath a bright pink paper shade。
Maggie removed the paper shade； placed the lamp on the table； then the blue plates； the blue cups and saucers； the blue teapot。
A shrill voice was heard calling for Emily。 Maggie had then her kingdom to herself。
She stood there； waiting and listening。 The approaching interview must have seemed to her the climax of her whole life。 She stood； clasping and unclasping her hands； going to the table； moving the plates； then moving them back again。 Perhaps he would not return at all that night； perhaps not until midnight or later。 He might be drunk； he might be violent。 She did not care。 It was enough for her that he should be there。
〃Oh I do wish he'd come；〃 she whispered aloud。
She had looked at her watch and seen that it was just eight o'clock when she heard a step on the stair。 She had already borrowed from Emily a frying…pan。 Quickly she put the sausages into it； placed them on the fire and then stood over them。
The door opened。 She knew who it was because she heard him start suddenly with a little exclamation of surprise。 She turned and looked at him。 Her first thought was that he seemed desperately weary； weary with a fatigue not only physical。 His whole bearing was that of a man beaten； defeated； raging； it might be； with the consciousness of his defeat but beyond all hope of avenging it。 Her pity for him made her tremble but； with that； she realised that the worst thing that she could do was to show pity。 What had he expected？ To find her gone？ To find her still sitting defiantly where he had left her？ To see her crying； perhaps on her knees before him； beseeching him？ Anything but not this。
She could see that he was astonished and was resolved not to let her know it。
He moved past her without a word； and went into the other room。 She said nothing； but bent over the sausages。 They were sizzling and flung out a splendid smell。
He came back without his hat and coat。 He stood by the bedroom door and slowly looked round the room； taking everything in。
〃I thought you'd have gone；〃 he said； 〃I warned you。〃
She looked up at him； laughing：
〃I haven't；〃 she said。 〃Whatever happens afterwards； Martin； we may as well have one meal together。 I'm very hungry。 I know you'll forgive my using your room like this； but I didn't want to go to a shop。 So I just brought the things in here。〃
His eyes lighted on the hyacinth。
〃I know what your game is；〃 he said huskily。 〃But it isn't any good。 You may as well chuck it。〃
〃All right；〃 she said。 〃After we've had a meal。〃
Straightening herself up from the heat of the fire she had a terrible temptation then to go to him。 It overwhelmed her in a flood； her knees and hands trembled。 She wanted just to touch his arm； to put her hand on his shoulder。 But she knew that she must not。
〃Sit down for a bit；〃 she said very quietly； 〃and let's have our meal。 There's nothing terrible in that； Martin。 I've not put poison in your food or anything and the sausages do smell nice。〃
To her surprise he sat down； suddenly collapsing as though he were too tired to stand any longer。 He said nothing more。 She finished the sausages； put them on the table； then took a saucepan （also Emily's gift）； filled it with water and put in the eggs。
〃Come on；〃 she said gently； 〃or the sausages will get cold。〃
He went then to the table； cut off some bread and began to eat ravenously。 Her heart felt a dim distant triumph when she saw that he was so hungry； but it was too early to feel triumph yet。
She came to the table and began to eat； although she felt no hunger。
〃You're married； aren't you？〃 he asked suddenly。
〃Yes；〃 she answered。
〃Where's your husband？〃
〃A place called Skeaton。〃
〃Well； you'd better get back there to…night〃
〃I'm staying in London for a day or two。〃
〃Where？〃
〃Here。 I've got a bedroom upstairs。〃
〃You can do what you damn well please；〃 he said。 〃It doesn't matter to me。 I'm going away from here to…morrow morning。〃 Then； after another pause； he said：
〃What sort of a man's your husband？〃
〃A clergyman；〃 she answered。
〃 A clergyman 。 。 。 good Lord！〃 He laughed grimly。 〃Still religious； I see。〃
All this time she was thinking how ill he was。 Every breath that he drew seemed to hurt him。 His eyes were dull and expressionless。 He moved his hands； sometimes； with a groping movement as though he could not see。 He drank his tea thirstily； eagerly。
At last he had finished。 He bent forward； leaning on his hands； looking her steadily in the face for the first time。
〃It was clever of you to do this；〃 he said； 〃damn clever。 I was hungry； I don't mind confessing 。 。 。 but that's the last of it。 Do you hear？ I can look after myself。 I know。 You're feeling sorry for me。 Think I'm in a dirty room with no one to look after me。 Think I'm ill。 I bet Amy told you I was ill。 'Oh； poor fellow；' you thought； 'I must go and look after him。' Well； I'm not a poor fellow and I don't want looking after。 I can manage for myself very nicely。 And I don't want any women hanging round。 I'm sick of women； and that's flat。〃
〃I'm not pretending it's not all my own fault。 It is。 ALL my own fault； but I don't want any one coming round and saying so。 AND I don't want any pity。 You've had a nice romantic idea in your head； saving the sinner and all the rest of it。 Well； you can get back to your parson。 He's the sort for that kind of stuff。〃
〃Indeed I haven't；〃 said Maggie。 〃I don't care whether you're a sinner or not。 You're being too serious about it all； Martin。 We were old friends。 When I heard you were in London I came to see you。 That's all。 I may as well stay here as anywhere else。 Aunt Anne's dead andandUncle Mathew too。 There's nowhere else for me to go。 I don't pity you。 Why should I？ You think too much about yourself； Martin。 It wasn't to be clever that I got these things。 I was hungry； and I didn't want to eat in an A。B。C。 shop。〃
〃Oh； I don't know；〃 he said； turning away from the table。
He stood up； fumbling in his pocket。 He produced a pipe and some tobacco out of a paper packet。 As he filled it she saw that his hand was trembling。
He turned finally upon her。
〃Whatever your plan was it's failed；〃 he said。 〃I'm going to bed straight away now。 And to…morrow morning early I'm off。 Thank you for the meal andgood…night and good…bye。〃
He gave her one straight look。 She looked up at him； calmly。 He dropped his eyes； then； clumsily he walked off； opened his bedroom door； closed it behind him； and was gone。
She sat there； staring in front of her； thinking。 What was she to do now？ At least she might clear up。 She had nowhere to wash the things。 She would put them ready for the morning。 She tidied the table； put the plates and cups together； then； overcome by a sudden exhaustion； she sat down on the sofa。
She realised then the fight that the day had been。 Yes； a fight！ 。 。 。 and she was still only at the beginning of it。