For the next month, occupied with my own affairs, I saw no one connected with this lamentable business, and my mind ceased to be occupied with it. —
But one day, when I was walking along, bent on some errand, I passed Charles Strickland. —
The sight of him brought back to me all the horror which I was not unwilling to forget, and I felt in me a sudden repulsion for the cause of it. —
Nodding, for it would have been childish to cut him, I walked on quickly; —
but in a minute I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“You’re in a great hurry, ” he said cordially.
It was characteristic of him to display geniality with anyone who showed a disinclination to meet him, and the coolness of my greeting can have left him in little doubt of that.
“I am, ” I answered briefly.
“I’ll walk along with you, ” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
“For the pleasure of your society. “
I did not answer, and he walked by my side silently. —
We continued thus for perhaps a quarter of a mile. I began to feel a little ridiculous. —
At last we passed a stationer’s, and it occurred to me that I might as well buy some paper. —
It would be an excuse to be rid of him.
“I’m going in here, ” I said. “Good-bye. “
“I’ll wait for you. “
I shrugged my shoulders, and went into the shop. —
I reflected that French paper was bad, and that, foiled of my purpose, I need not burden myself with a purchase that I did not need. —
I asked for something I knew could not be provided, and in a minute came out into the street.
“Did you get what you wanted?” he asked.
“No. “
We walked on in silence, and then came to a place where several streets met. I stopped at the curb.
“Which way do you go?” I enquired.
“Your way, ” he smiled.
“I’m going home. “
“I’ll come along with you and smoke a pipe. “
“You might wait for an invitation, ” I retorted frigidly.
“I would if I thought there was any chance of getting one. “
“Do you see that wall in front of you?” I said, pointing.
“Yes. “
“In that case I should have thought you could see also that I don’t want your company. “
“I vaguely suspected it, I confess. “
I could not help a chuckle. It is one of the defects of my character that I cannot altogether dislike anyone who makes me laugh. —
But I pulled myself together.
“I think you’re detestable. You’re the most loathsome beast that it’s ever been my misfortune to meet. —
Why do you seek the society of someone who hates and despises you?”
“My dear fellow, what the hell do you suppose I care what you think of me?”
“Damn it all, ” I said, more violently because I had an inkling my motive was none too creditable, “I don’t want to know you. “
“Are you afraid I shall corrupt you?”
His tone made me feel not a little ridiculous. —
I knew that he was looking at me sideways, with a sardonic smile.
“I suppose you are hard up, ” I remarked insolently.
“I should be a damned fool if I thought I had any chance of borrowing money from you. “
“You’ve come down in the world if you can bring yourself to flatter. “
He grinned.
“You’ll never really dislike me so long as I give you the opportunity to get off a good thing now and then. “
I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from laughing. —
What he said had a hateful truth in it, and another defect of my character is that I enjoy the company of those, however depraved, who can give me a Roland for my Oliver. —
I began to feel that my abhorrence for Strickland could only be sustained by an effort on my part. —
I recognised my moral weakness, but saw that my disapprobation had in it already something of a pose; —
and I knew that if I felt it, his own keen instinct had discovered it, too. —
He was certainly laughing at me up his sleeve. —
I left him the last word, and sought refuge in a shrug of the shoulders and taciturnity.