“No, I won’t see him,” said Philip.
He could see she did not care if he saw Griffiths or not. Now that she was there he wanted her to go quickly.
“Look here, here’s the fiver. I’d like you to go now.”
She took it and thanked him. She turned to leave the room.
“When are you coming back?” he asked.
“Oh, on Monday. Harry must go home then.”
He knew what he was going to say was humiliating, but he was broken down with jealousy and desire.
