"You're a good chap, Steve. I'm of no account now. Who cares?"
"I do, sir."
Palfrey made a sudden clutch at his arm.
"Don't you ever marry, Steve; don't you ever let a woman get you. She'll eat you up."
And Sorrell understood.
It happened one evening when he had helped the dying man to bed that Sorrell found Florence on the landing outside the door. The landing was badly lit, and she was standing by the stairs with one hand on the rail as though in the act of pausing. She was in low-necked dress of black, with her arms bare to the shoulders.
Sorrell still had his hand on the handle of John Palfrey's door. Her sudden presence there agitated him; he felt that he had to get by her quickly and go downstairs. He could smell the particular scent she used.
He walked towards her,—and remaining where she was she closed the stairs to him unless he should push rudely past close to the wall.
"Put him to bed, have you?"
She looked Sorrell full in the eyes as though her stare could beat down any independence that was in him.
"He won't last long now."
Her tone was callously significant. It was as though she was trying to convey to him her appreciation of his soft-heartedness, to humour something childish in him, even while she conspired with him as to the future. O, well, she could lie sleekly in her cage and wait for this odd fish who boasted a sort of absurd integrity of his own.
Sorrell felt shocked. Something flamed in him; he could have struck her, thrown her down the stairs, with furious abuse, but behind her he seemed to see the face of his boy.
"It is pretty rotten for a man" he said.
He felt ashamed before her. His eyes looked over into the well of the stairs, and then—with an abrupt and awkward "Excuse me," he pushed past her and went below.
He felt that he needed air, to be alone somewhere under the stars, and daring the desertion of his post he went out into the High Street, and along it into the Market Square. The place was deserted. He saw a great yellow moon hanging in the tops of the elms, and beside it the blackness of
