'So Miss Pynsent told me. She said you had some samples at home. I should like to see them.'
'You wouldn't know how good they are,' said Hyacinth, smiling.
He expected that she would exclaim, in answer, that he was an impudent wretch, and for a moment she seemed to be on the point of doing so. But the words changed on her lips, and she replied, almost tenderly, 'That's just the way you used to speak to me, years ago in the Plice.'
'I don't care about that. I hate all that time.'
'Oh, so do I, if you come to that,' said Millicent, as if she could rise to any breadth of view. And then she returned to her idea that he had not done himself justice. 'You used always to be reading: I never thought you would work with your 'ands.'
This seemed to irritate him, and, having paid the bill and given threepence, ostentatiously, to the young woman with a languid manner and hair of an unnatural yellow, who had waited on them, he said, 'You may depend upon it I shan't do it an hour longer than I can help.'
'What will you do then?'
'Oh, you'll see, some day.' In the street, after they had begun to walk again, he went on, 'You speak as if I could have my pick. What was an obscure little beggar to do, buried in a squalid corner of London, under a million of idiots? I had no help, no influence, no acquaintance of any kind with professional people, and no means of getting at them. I had to do something; I couldn't go on living on Pinnie. Thank God, I help her now, a little. I took what I could get.' He spoke as if he had been touched by the imputation of having derogated.
