II

He told himself that he ought to do some work, but the desire to see

more of London overcame his good resolution, and so he left the house

and set out again for the town. He hoped that he might see Eleanor

Moore. If he were to go to the tea-shop at the same hour as she had

entered it yesterday, he might contrive to seat himself at her table

again, and this time perhaps she would listen to him. When he reached

the City, he found that he was too early for the mid-day meal, and so

he resolved to go and stand about the entrance to the office where

Eleanor Moore was employed. He would see her coming out of it and could

follow discreetly after her.... But although he waited for an hour, she

did not appear, nor was she to be seen in the tea-shop, when, tired and

disappointed, he took his place in it. He dallied over his meal, hoping

every moment that she would turn up, but at length he had to go away

without seeing her. At teatime, he told himself, he would come again

and wait for her. He climbed on to a 'bus and let himself be taken to

Charing Cross, where he enquired the way to the National Gallery. He

wandered through the rooms until his eyes ached with looking at the

pictures and his feet were sore with walking on the polished floors. He

felt self-conscious when he looked at the nudes, and he blushed when he

found a woman standing by his side as he looked at the portrait of Jean

Arnolfini and Jeanne his wife by van Eyck. He turned hotly away, and

wondered that there was no blush on the face of the woman. In

Ballyards, a man always pretended not to see a woman about to have a

child ... unless, of course, he was with other men and the woman could

not see him, when he would crack jokes about her condition!... Here,

however, people actually exhibited pictures of pregnant women in a

public place where all sorts, old and young, male and female, could

look at them ... and no one appeared to mind. It might be all right, of

course, and after all a woman in that way was natural enough ... but he

had been brought up to be ashamed of seeing such things, and he could

not very well become easy about them in a moment.... And he became very

tired of Holy Families and Crucifixions!...

"I'll walk back to the place," he said to himself as he left the

Gallery and crossed Trafalgar Square. He dappled his fingers in the

water of one of the fountains, and listened to two little Cocknies

wrangling together....

"They've a queer way of talking," he said to himself.

...and then he started off down the Strand towards Fleet Street and the

City. Eleanor Moore was not in the tea-shop when he entered it, nor did

she come into it while he remained there. He finished his meal and

walked in the direction of the Royal Exchange and just as he was

running out of the way of a 'bus, he saw her going towards the stairs

leading into the Tube.

"There she is," he murmured and hurried after her.

She was at the foot of the stairs when he reached the top of them, and

when he had got to the foot of them, she was almost at the entrance to

the booking-office of the Tube. He tried to get near her so that he

might speak to her, but the press of people going home prevented him

from doing so. He saw her go down the steps and take her place in the

queue of people purchasing tickets, and he walked across to the

bookstall and stood there until she had obtained her ticket. Then as

she walked to the lift, he moved towards her. She was examining her

change as she walked along, and did not see him until he was close to

her. He meant to say, "Oh, Miss Moore, may I speak to you for a

moment!" but suddenly he became totally inarticulate, and while he was

struggling to say something, she looked up and saw him. She started

slightly, then her face became flushed, and she hurried forward and

joined the group of wedged people in the lift. He determined to follow

her, but while he was resolving to do so, the lift attendant shouted,

"Next lift, please!" and pulled the gates together. He watched the

light disappear from the little windows at the top of the gates!...

"I've missed her again," he said.

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