Chapter 60 Chapter 60

They had dinner in Soho.Philip was trembling with joy.They did not eat in one of the thriving, crowded public restaurants (which some respectable people on a budget fall in love with because they can show off their unrestrained celebrity without worrying about spending too much money. There are many), but a small restaurant with dire shoppers.The shopkeeper is an honest Rouen native, and his wife also helps to take care of the business in the shop.This restaurant was discovered by Philip accidentally a few days ago. He was very interested in the French-style window arrangement: there was a steak in the middle of the window as usual, and two pots of fresh vegetables on both sides.There is only one ragged French waiter in the restaurant. He wants to learn some English here, but all the guests speak French.There are a few rambunctious frivolous ladies who frequent here; one or two French expatriates pack their meals here, and there are still their own napkins in the shop; what.

Philip and Mildred had a separate table here.Philip sent the waiter to a nearby hotel to buy a bottle of French wine, and ordered a potsge aux erbes and a steak aux pommes displayed in the window.And a guest omelette au kirsch.The dishes and environment here are really romantic and exotic.Mildred was a little disapproving at first: "I have never trusted these foreign restaurants, who knows what kind of messy things they use for cooking." But after a while, she was assimilated unconsciously. "I like this place, Philip," she said. "It's easy and free here, don't you think?"

A tall man walked in.His gray hair was long and thick, and his thin beard was shaggy.He wore a worn cloak and a fedora hat on his head.He nodded to Philip, who had met him here before. "He looks like an anarchist," said Mildred. "He is one of the most dangerous men in Europe. He has tasted the taste of bars all over the continent. If you want to say how many people he has killed with his own hands, only the murderer on the gallows can compare with him. He wanders around , always has a bomb in his pocket. Of course, you have to be careful what you talk to him, if you don't agree, he will pull out the bomb and put it on the table with a bang, so you can see it."

Mildred looked at the man with mixed horror.After a while she glanced suspiciously at Philip again, and caught Philip's eyes smiling.She frowned slightly. "You're teasing people." Philip gave a cheery "Aha".He was very happy.But Mildred was the last thing to be teased about. "I don't see any fun in bragging and lying." "Don't be angry." Philip took her hand which was resting on the table and squeezed it gently. "You're so cute, if I wanted to kiss the dust of your feet, I'd love to." Her growing whiteness fascinated Philip, and her thin, pale lips had something almost mesmerizing.Due to her anemia, she had shortness of breath, and her lips were often parted slightly.It seemed to Philip somehow that this morbidity added a certain charm to her face.

"You do like me a little bit, don't you?" he asked. "Well, why should I come up here with you? You're a real gentleman, and I mean what I mean." They finished their meal and drank coffee.Philip, now, no longer caring about saving money, smoked threepence cigars. "You can't imagine how much pleasure it brings me just sitting across from you and looking at you. I miss you all the time and long to see you." Mildred smiled, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.Usually she would suffer from indigestion after eating a good meal, but today she did not suffer from this illness.She seemed to have a special fondness for Philip today.Even her eyes were uncharacteristically tender, which could not have pleased Philip.Instinctively, he knew that he was completely lost at her feet and at her mercy.If you want to win her love, you should pretend to be indifferent in front of her, and never let her notice the surging passion that is boiling in his heart; otherwise, she will take advantage of his weakness and play him in the palm of her hand. superior.But now, he is in a hurry and fainted, and he can't take care of this much.He confided to her how much he had suffered since he had parted from her, how he had struggled to get rid of his lust, thinking for a moment he had succeeded, only to find that the intensity of it had only increased.He knew that what he said to get rid of this lust was actually not from the heart.He loved her so much that it was nothing if he suffered a little.He wished he could give her his heart.He exposed all his weaknesses to her, and even took pride in it.

To Philip there was no greater pleasure in the world than just sitting in this cozy, humble restaurant.But he knew that Mildred liked going to the theater and going to the amusement park.She is active by nature, no matter where she is, she will be anxious to go elsewhere after staying for a while.He dared not bore her. "Listen, how about we go to the vaudeville theater now?" He suggested this, but his mind was turning quickly: if she really liked herself, she would say that she would rather stay here. "I was thinking just now that if we're going to go to the vaudeville, we should go now."

"Let's go then." Philip held his temper and finally made it to the end.He had already made up his mind on what action to take next.So when they got into the carriage, he put his arms around her waist pretending not to care.But only heard him "Ouch", and quickly withdrew his hand.Something stabbed him.Mildred giggled. "Hey, that's the good thing about throwing your arms around here for nothing," she said. "When a man puts his arms around me, I can't hide it from me. That pin of mine will never let them go." "I'm going to be more careful this time."

Philip put his arms around her waist again.She made no sign of refusal. "It's nice to sit like this," he said with a pleasant sigh of relief. "Isn't it because you got a bargain, so you're happy," she stabbed at him. The carriage turned into the park from St. James Street.Philip kissed her quickly.He was so terrified of her that it took all his courage to kiss her.And she, without saying a word, just lowered her lips slightly towards him.Judging by her expression, it seems that she neither minds nor likes it. "You don't know how long I've wanted to kiss you," whispered Philip.

He wanted to kiss her again, but she turned her head away. "Once is enough," she said. Philip accompanied her to Henishil, still watching for the moment, and when they reached the end of her street he asked: "Let me kiss you again, please?" She looked at him indifferently, then glanced down the street, but there was no one around. "up to you." Philip took her in his arms and kissed her madly.Mildred pushed him away hard. "Watch out for my hat, fool. Who's as clumsy as you."