"
Pause. "What will you do?" she asked.
"I don't know. I have to get a living somehow. It's been bothering me
all the session."
"I thought--" She stopped. "Will you go down to your uncle's again?"
she said.
"No. I shall stop in London. It's no good going out of things into the
country. And besides--I've quarrelled rather with my uncle."
"What do you think of doing?--teaching?"
"I suppose it will be teaching, I'm not sure. Anything that turns up."
"I see," she said.
They went on down in silence for a time.
"I suppose you will come up again?" he asked.
"I may try the botanical again--if they can find room. And, I was
thinking--sometimes one hears of things. What is your address? So that
if I heard of anything."
Lewisham stopped on the staircase and thought. "Of course," he
said. He made no effort to give her the address, and she demanded it
again at the foot of the stairs.
"That confounded nephridium--!" he said. "It has put everything out of
my head."
They exchanged addresses on leaflets torn from Miss Heydinger's little
note-book.
She waited at the Book in the hall while he signed his name. At the
iron gates of the Schools she said: "I am going through Kensington
Gardens."
He was now feeling irritated about the addresses, and he would not see
the implicit invitation.
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