Chapter 80 Chapter Eightieth

During the next three months Philip immersed himself in three new subjects.Within two years, fewer and fewer students had flocked to medical school.Some left the hospital because they found the exams were not as easy as they had imagined; others were taken back by their parents who hadn't expected the cost of living in London; People also slipped away one after another because of one situation or another.Philip knew a young man who ingeniously thought of a way to make money by reselling the cheap goods he bought into pawnshops. After a while, he discovered that goods bought on credit were more profitable.The news, however, that someone had given his name in the course of the police court proceedings caused a little commotion in the hospital.So, the defendant was remanded for proof, and then his terrified father handed over the deed of transfer to settle the matter.In the end, the young man went overseas to fulfill the "white man's mission".There was another young man who had never seen a city before going to medical school. He fell in love with amusement parks and bars all of a sudden, and spent his days among horse racing fans, horse racing informers and animal trainers. Has now become a log-in bettor's assistant.Philip met him once in a pub near Piccadilly Circus in a close-fitting coat and a brown hat with a broad brim.Another student, who had a bit of a talent for singing and imitation, had achieved great success imitating a famous comedian at a smoking concert at the medical school.The man left his doctor to join the chorus of a comedy soundtrack.There was another student whom Philip took a great deal of interest, because he was awkward and talked too loudly, without giving the impression that he was a man of affection.However, he felt that living in the middle of row upon row of houses in London was suffocating.He became haggard because of being locked in the house all day long, and the soul that he didn't even know existed was like a sparrow pinched in the palm of his hand, struggling hard, gasping for breath with fear, and his heart beating wildly.He longed for the vast sky and the uninhabited fields in which he had spent his childhood.So, one day, he took advantage of the gap between the two classes and left without saying goodbye.Later, his friends heard that he had given up studying medicine to work on a farm.

Philip is currently taking courses in medicine and surgery.A few mornings a week, he bandaged wounds for outpatients, enjoying the opportunity to earn some extra money, and he was taught by his doctor how to use a stethoscope to auscultate patients.He learned how to make a contract.He was about to take his pharmacology exam in July, and he found himself having some fun working with all kinds of medicines, mixing potions, rolling pills, and making ointments.Philip was eager to do anything that gave him a taste of life. Philip caught a glimpse of Griffiths at a distance once, but did not meet him face to face, because he did not want to suffer the pain of pretending not to know him when they met.Realizing that Griffith's friends were aware of the quarrel between them, and presumed they did, Philip felt somewhat unnatural in the presence of Griffith's friends.Some of them are even now his friends.Among them was a slender, small-headed, listless young man named Ramsden, who was one of Griffith's most devout admirers.He wore whatever tie Griffiths was wearing, he wore whatever boots Griffiths was wearing, and imitated Griffiths' speech and gestures.He told Philip that Griffiths was devastated by Philip's failure to reply.Griffith thought of reconciling with Philip.

"Did he ask you to be a lobbyist?" asked Philip. "Oh no, I said that entirely on my own initiative," Ramsden replied. "He's very sorry for what he's done. He says you've been nice to him. I know he wants to make up with you very badly. He doesn't come to the hospital because he's afraid he'll run into you. He thinks you'll ignore him. of. "I should." "It made him very sad, you know." "I can bear such a small inconvenience that it took Griffiths great perseverance." "He will do everything in his power to find a settlement."

"That's too childish, too hysterical! Why would he do that? I'm just a little guy, and he can do very well without me! I'm not interested in him at all." Ramsden thought that Philip was too cruel, so he paused for a minute or two, looking around in bewilderment. "Harry prays to God that he has nothing to do with that woman!" "Really?" asked Philip. His tone was cold when he spoke.He was quite satisfied with that.But who would have thought that his heart was beating violently in his chest at this time.He waited impatiently for Ramsden's next words.

"I suppose you've almost forgotten this distressing business, haven't you?" "Me?" Philip answered. "It's pretty much forgotten." Little by little Philip found out the whole story of Mildred's entanglement with Griffiths.With a smile on his lips, he listened in silence, pretending to be nonchalant, and fooling the fool who was talking to him.Mildred spent the weekend at Oxford with Griffiths, and instead of extinguishing, her passion was kindled.When, therefore, Griffiths set off for her own country, it occurred to her that she should remain alone at Oxford for a couple of days, where she had enjoyed such a pleasant few days.She felt that no force could draw her back to Philip, and the sight of him would turn her stomach off.Griffiths was taken aback by the fire which he had aroused, for he had long since considered the two days spent in the country with Mildred tedious, and he had no intention of turning an interesting episode into a Into a tangled fornication incident.She compelled him to write to her, and so, being an honest, prudish lad, naturally polite, courteous, and trying to please everyone, he wrote her a profuse, eloquent letter as soon as he got home. Heartstrings letter.Mildred promptly wrote an impassioned reply.The wording of the letter was poor, due to her lack of expressiveness.The crooked handwriting and obscene tone of the letter bored Griffiths, and another came the next day, and a third followed the day after.At this point, Griffiths begins to realize that her love is no longer flattering, but deeply horrifying.He didn't even answer the letter.But she sent him a barrage of telegrams, asking if he was ill, if he had received her letter, and saying that she was worried because he had not heard back.So he was obliged to take up his pen again to write, but this time he wrote his reply as casually as possible, so long as it didn't annoy her.In it he begged her not to send any more telegrams because it was difficult for him to explain the telegram to his mother.His mother was an old-headed one who always thought the telegraph was a scary thing.She immediately wrote to say she wanted to see him, and said she was going to pawn what she had with her (she had a toilet-bag with her, which was a wedding present from Philip, and it was worth eight pounds), and went to Find him and live in a town four miles from the village where Griffith's father practiced medicine.This frightened Griffiths.This time he telegraphed to Mildred instead, begging her not to do such a thing, and promising to communicate with her as soon as he got back to London.On his return to London, however, Griffiths found that Mildred had gone to see him at the hospital to which Griffiths was going.He didn't like it.Therefore, when I saw her, I told her not to go to the hospital to find him no matter what excuses she used.By this time (there was an interval of three weeks between them) he found Mildred so repulsive that he could not understand why he had come to be entangled with her in the first place.So he resolved to get rid of Mildred as quickly as possible.He was a man who did not like quarrels or hurt, but he had other things to do, and he made up his mind at last not to let Mildred haunt him again.He was as gentle, smiling, witty, and affectionate as ever when he met Mildred, and he always found something convincing about not seeing her since the previous meeting. excuse.Nevertheless, he did everything possible to avoid Mildred.When Mildred urged him to keep his promise, he always telegraphed her at the last moment and found an excuse to get away.The landlady (Griffiths spent the first three months of his tenure at the flat) was ordered to tell Mildred that he was away on business when she saw her.Mildred took the method of blocking in the street.When Griffiths learned that she had been waiting nearby for three or two hours, he whispered sweet words into her ears, then said that he had a business appointment, and then left.Later, he gradually became surreptitious, and could sneak out of the hospital gate without anyone noticing.Once, when he returned to the apartment in the middle of the night, he saw a woman standing by the railing in the open space in front of the apartment.Not knowing who she was, Griffiths turned around and ran all the way to Ramsden's residence, where he stayed overnight.The next day the landlady told him that Mildred had sat by his door the night before and wept for hours, until finally the landlady had resignedly told Mildred that if she did not go she would send People are going to call the police.

"Look, man," said Ramsden, "you're as comfortable as you can get. Harry said if he'd thought a little bit about how annoying she could be, he wouldn't have gone to hell with her." What's up with her?" Philip pictured Mildred sitting in the doorway for hours on end weeping in the middle of the night, and he seemed to see her staring up blankly as the landlady drove her away. "I don't know what's going on with her now." "Oh, she's got a job somewhere. Thank goodness. So she's got something to do all day." He had only heard the latest news about Mildred towards the end of the summer term.He had heard that Griffiths had been irritated by Mildred's beggar's stalking, and at last he gave up being polite, and told Mildred bluntly that he hated being disturbed and wanted her to be the best. Get out of here and don't bother him again.

"That's what he had to do," Ramsden said, "and it went too far." "That's the end of the matter?" asked Philip. "Oh, he hasn't seen her for ten days. You know, Harry is a master at throwing people off. It's one of the toughest things he's ever had to deal with, but he handles it well." post." Philip never heard of Mildred again after that.She was lost in the vast sea of ​​people in London.