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want to go to sleep. He was growing used to want of food and did not feel very hungry, but only weak. Constantly now at the back of his mind was the thought of doing away with himself, but he used all the strength he had not to dwell on it, because he was afraid the temptation would get hold of him so that he would not be able to help himself. He kept on saying to himself that it would be absurd to commit suicide, since something must happen soon; he could not get over the impression that his situation was too preposterous to be taken quite seriously; it was like an illness which must be endured but from which he was bound to recover. Every night he swore that nothing would induce him to put up with such another and determined next morning to write to his uncle, or to Mr. Nixon, the solicitor, or to Lawson; but when the time came he could not bring himself to make the humiliating confession of his utter failure. He did not know how Lawson would take it. In their friendship Lawson had been scatterbrained and he had prided himself on his common sense. He would have to tell the whole history of his folly. He had an uneasy feeling that Lawson, after helping him, would turn the cold shoulder on him. His uncle and the solicitor would of course do something for him, but he dreaded their reproaches. He did not want anyone to reproach him: he clenched his teeth and repeated that what had happened was inevitable just because it had happened. Regret was absurd.

The days were unending, and the five shillings Lawson had lent him would not last much longer. Philip longed for Sunday to come so that he could go to Athelnyโ€™s. He did not know what prevented him from going there sooner, except perhaps that he wanted so badly to get through on his own; for Athelny, who had been in straits as desperate, was the only person who could do anything for him. Perhaps after dinner he could bring himself to tell Athelny that he was in difficulties. Philip repeated to himself over and over again what he should say to him. He was dreadfully afraid that Athelny would put him off with airy phrases: that would be so horrible that he wanted to delay as long as possible the putting of him to the test. Philip had lost all confidence in his fellows.

Saturday night was cold and raw. Philip suffered horribly. From midday on Saturday till he dragged himself wearily to Athelnyโ€™s house he ate nothing. He spent his last twopence on Sunday morning on a wash and a brush up in the lavatory at Charing Cross.

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When Philip rang a head was put out of the window, and in a minute he heard a noisy clatter on the stairs as the children ran down to let him in. It was a pale, anxious, thin face that he bent down for them to kiss. He was so moved by their exuberant affection that, to give himself time to recover, he made excuses to linger on the stairs. He was in a hysterical state and almost anything was enough to make him cry. They asked him why he had not come on the previous Sunday, and he told them he had been ill; they wanted to know what was the matter with him; and Philip, to amuse them, suggested a mysterious ailment, the name of which, double-barrelled and barbarous with its mixture of Greek and Latin (medical nomenclature bristled with such), made them shriek with delight. They dragged Philip into the parlour and made him repeat it for their fatherโ€™s edification. Athelny got up and shook hands with him. He stared at Philip, but with his round, bulging eyes he always seemed to stare, Philip did not know why on this occasion it made him self-conscious.

โ€œWe missed you last Sunday,โ€ he said.

Philip could never tell lies without embarrassment, and he was scarlet when he finished his explanation for not coming. Then Mrs. Athelny entered and shook hands with him.

โ€œI hope youโ€™re better, Mr. Carey,โ€ she said.

He did not know why she imagined that anything had been the matter with him, for the kitchen door was closed when he came up with the children, and they had not left him.

โ€œDinner wonโ€™t be ready for another ten minutes,โ€ she said, in her slow drawl. โ€œWonโ€™t you have an egg beaten up in a glass of milk while youโ€™re waiting?โ€

There was a look of concern on her face which made Philip uncomfortable. He forced a laugh and answered that he was not at all hungry. Sally came in to lay the table, and Philip began to chaff her. It was the family joke that she would be as fat as an aunt of Mrs. Athelny, called Aunt Elizabeth, whom the children had never seen but regarded as the type of obscene corpulence.

โ€œI say, what has happened since I saw you last, Sally?โ€ Philip began.

โ€œNothing that I know of.โ€

โ€œI believe youโ€™ve been putting on weight.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m sure you havenโ€™t,โ€ she retorted. โ€œYouโ€™re a perfect skeleton.โ€

Philip reddened.

โ€œThatโ€™s a tu quoque, Sally,โ€ cried her father. โ€œYou will be fined one golden hair of your head. Jane, fetch the shears.โ€

โ€œWell, he is thin, father,โ€ remonstrated Sally. โ€œHeโ€™s just skin and bone.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s not the question, child. He is at perfect liberty to be thin, but your obesity is contrary to decorum.โ€

As he spoke he put his arm proudly round her waist and looked at her with admiring eyes.

โ€œLet me get on with the table, father. If I am comfortable there are some who donโ€™t seem to mind it.โ€

โ€œThe hussy!โ€ cried Athelny, with a dramatic wave of the hand. โ€œShe taunts me with the notorious fact that Joseph, a son of Levi who sells jewels in Holborn, has made her an offer of marriage.โ€

โ€œHave you accepted him, Sally?โ€ asked Philip.

โ€œDonโ€™t you know

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