Chapter 97 Chapter 97

The next morning, Philip woke up from his dream and realized that it was getting late. He looked at his watch quickly and saw that the pointer was pointing to nine o'clock.He jumped up from the bed, ran into the kitchen, got some hot water and shaved.At this time, there was no sign of Mildred.Her dinnerware was piled in the sink unwashed.Philip went and knocked on her door. "Wake up, Mildred, it's getting late." Mildred was silent inside.Philip knocked again and again, but she remained silent.Philip thought she was being angry with him on purpose.Philip was so anxious to get to the hospital now that he had no time to pay her any attention.He boiled some water himself, then jumped into the bathtub and took a bath.The water in the bathtub is usually put in the night before to drive away the cold.As he dressed he was thinking that Mildred would always have breakfast ready for him.He thought as he stepped out of the bathroom and into the living room.Two or three times before, even though she lost her temper, she still cooked breakfast for him.But he hadn't seen Mildred move yet, and now he realized that if he really wanted to eat this time, he would have to do it himself.this morning.He overslept, but she was all right, and Philip felt annoyed and annoyed at her teasing him.His breakfast was ready, but Mildred hadn't come out yet, and only the sound of her footsteps in the bedroom could be heard.She was obviously up.Philip poured himself a cup of tea, cut a few slices of buttered bread, and ate them.Boots on one side.Then, Dengdeng rushed downstairs, walked through the alley, and came to the street to wait for the tram.He stared unblinkingly at the notice board in front of the newsstand, searching for news about the war.At the same time, he thought to himself about what had happened the night before.It's over now, let's talk about it the next day.He couldn't help thinking that the incident was too bizarre.He felt that he was so ridiculous that he couldn't even restrain his emotions, and sometimes he was dazed by it.He hated Mildred very much because she had brought him into the absurd situation he was in.Philip recalled with renewed wonder the scene of Mildred's fit of hysteria and the stream of obscenities that had flowed from her lips.Philip blushed at the memory of her last words to him, but he only shrugged his shoulders contemptuously.His colleagues were always angry with him, and they always took out his handicap, and he was used to it.He also saw someone in the hospital imitate his limp walking.Of course, those people didn't learn from him, they always imitated when they thought Philip was not paying attention.Now he also knows that those people imitate him not out of malice, but because humans are animals that are easy to imitate.Besides, imitating the actions of others is the easiest way to make people laugh.He deeply understands this, but he can never let it go and remain indifferent.

Philip was glad that he was going to work again.Entering the ward, he felt that there was a pleasant and friendly atmosphere in it.The nurse greeted him with a professional smile. "You're too late, Mr. Carey." "I had a blast last night." "You can tell by the look on your face." "thanks." Philip went up to the first patient--a boy with a tuberous ulcer--with a beaming face, and took off his bandages.The boy was glad to see Philip.Philip played with him as he put clean bandages on him.Philip was the favorite of the patients.He always greeted them with a pleasant face; his hands were soft and quick, and the patients never felt pain.But some dressers are different. They are careless in their work and don't take the patient's pain at heart.Philip and his colleagues ate lunch in the clubroom, just a few scones and bread, with a glass of cocoa.They ate and talked about the war.Some were ready to go to war, but the superiors were quite serious about it and would not admit anyone who hadn't got a hospital position.Some thought that if the war went on they would be happy to admit anyone who qualified as a doctor then, but most thought there would be an armistice in less than a month.Roberts is there for the moment and things will get better soon.Macalister thought the same thing, and told Philip that they would have to seize the opportunity to buy stocks before the cease-fire was announced, and the stock market would be bullish by then, so that they could both make a small penny. fiscal.Philip entrusted Macalister to buy shares on his behalf whenever he could.The thirty pounds he earned in the summer whetted Philip's appetite, and this time he hoped to get three hundred and two hundred of it.

Philip took the tram back to Kennington High Street at the end of the day's work.He wondered what Mildred would do that night.The thought that she was likely to be stubborn and ignore him made Philip very sick.Evenings are pleasantly warm at this time of year, and even the dimly lit streets of South London have the drowsy February air.The long winter season is gone, everything in the world is about to move, and all living things are awakened from their long sleep.The whole earth is full of rustling sounds, like the footsteps of spring returning to the world, indicating that spring is about to start its never-ending activities again.At this moment Philip hated going back to the lodgings, and wanted only to drive a little further and breathe the fresh air to his heart's content.However, a desire to see the child suddenly seized his heart.Philip could not help smiling as he pictured the grinning child leaping at him with a shuddering step.When he came to the apartment, he looked up and saw that the windows were dark, and he was startled.He hurried upstairs to knock on the door, but there was no movement in the room.Mildred always left the key under the doormat when she went out.Philip got the house key there.He opened the door and went into the living room, lighting a match casually.He suddenly felt that something had happened, but his brain didn't react for a while, and he didn't know what happened.He turned on the gas and lit the lamp, which made the whole room bright and bright.He looked around and couldn't help but gasp.The room was messed up and everything was destroyed.Immediately, he was furious, and rushed into Mildred's bedroom.It was dark and empty there.He lit a lamp and looked at it, and found that Mildred swept away her and the child's clothes (when he entered the door just now, he found that the trolley was not where it was, and he thought Mildred was pushing the child on the street. mile), everything on the washbasin was ruined, the two chairs were covered with criss-cross cuts, the pillows were torn, and the sheets and covers on the bed were stabbed like fishnets by knives.The mirror looked like it had been smashed with a hammer.Philip was horrified.He turned and went into his bedroom, which was the same, messed up and smoky.Basins and jugs were smashed, mirrors were shattered, sheets were torn in strips.Mildred tore open the little hole in the pillow, reached in and pulled out the feathers, which scattered all over the floor.She stabbed through the blanket.Some photos of his mother were scattered on the dressing table, the frames were broken and the glass was shattered.Philip ran into the kitchen, and saw that everything that could be broken, such as cups, pudding-basins, plates, and saucers, had been smashed to pieces.

Facing the messy scene in front of him, Philip was so angry that he couldn't even breathe.Mildred didn't leave a word, only this mess to show her hatred.Philip could well imagine the gnashing of teeth and the tense face in which she committed the crime.Philip went back into the living room and looked around blankly.He was surprised that there was not a trace of resentment in him.He stared curiously at the kitchen knife and hammer that Mildred had placed on the table.Then his eyes fell on the broken butcher's knife thrown into the fireplace.It took Mildred a while to destroy these things.The portrait Lawson had drawn of him was horribly cracked by Mildred's knife.She tore into pieces all the pictures Philip had made himself.All the photographs, Manet's famous painting "Olanbia", Ingres's "Slave Girl" and the portrait of Philip IV were all smashed by Mildred with a hammer.The tablecloth, the curtains, and the two easy-chairs were all knife-scarred and unusable.Above the table which Philip used as a desk hung on the wall a small Persian rug which Cronshaw had given him as a present.Mildred had always been dissatisfied with the rug.

"If it's a rug, it should be on the floor," she had said to Philip once. "That thing is dirty and smelly, it's not a thing" The Persian rug made Mildred often angry.Philip had told Mildred that the rug held the answer to a difficult riddle, and Mildred thought Philip was mocking her.She scratched the carpet three times with the knife, and it seemed that she really took some effort.At this time, the carpet was hanging on the wall one by one.Philip had two or three blue and white plates, which were not worth much, but which he bought one by one for a small sum.These few plates often reminded him of the time when he bought them, so he cherishes them very much.But now they too have met the same fate, and debris is scattered all over the room.The spine of the book was also cut with a knife.Mildred took the trouble to dismantle the unbound French volumes page by page.Small ornaments on the fireplace were broken and thrown into the hearth.Everything that could be smashed with a knife or a hammer was smashed.

All Philip's fortune could not have been sold for less than thirty pounds, but much of it had been with him for many years.Philip was a housekeeper, and cherished the odds and ends, for they were his property.He spent only a few dollars, but he decorated the home beautifully and full of character, so he was very proud of his small home.He sank into the chair dejectedly.He asked in a murmur how Mildred could have become so cruel.In an instant, a burst of shock hit his heart.He jumped up from the chair, and ran into the aisle in three steps at a time, where there was a wardrobe containing all his clothes.He eagerly opened the cabinet door, and he was relieved immediately.Mildred had evidently forgotten the cupboard, and none of the clothes in it had been touched.

He went back to the living room and looked at the chaotic scene again, bewildered.He didn't care to tidy up the pile of waste.There wasn't even anything to eat in the house.He growled with hunger.He went to the street and bought something random to fill his stomach.When he came back to the apartment from the street, he felt calmer.Thinking of the child, Philip couldn't help but shudder.He wondered if the child would miss him. She might miss him at first, but after a week or so she would probably forget him entirely.Ah, finally got rid of Mildred's nonsense, Philip secretly rejoiced.Now he thought of Mildred without resentment, but with a strong sense of boredom.

"God, may I never meet Mildred again in my life!" he sighed. Right now, he has only one way to go, and that is to move out of this room.He resolved to inform the landlady the next morning that he was no longer renting the apartment.He was unable to make up for the loss, and besides, the few moneys left with him were only enough to rent a room at a low rent.He was eager to leave this room as soon as possible: firstly, the rent was expensive, and he had to worry about it; secondly, in this room, Mildred's shadow was everywhere and everywhere.As soon as Philip had made up his mind, he was always restless and fidgety when he didn't act on it.So, the next afternoon, he brought in a second-hand broker.The broker offered three pounds for the ruined and undamaged objects of furniture.Two days later Philip moved into a house opposite the hospital.When he first entered St. Luke's Hospital, he rented here.The landlady is a decent woman.Philip took a top-floor bedroom, and she only asked him to pay six shillings a week.The bedroom is small and simple, and the windows face the yard behind the house.At this time, Philip had nothing around him except a few clothes and a box of books.Philip, however, was glad that he could still live in this inexpensive bedroom.