If only Irene had given him a son, he wouldn't now be squirming after women! Annette looked up at him for a moment, looked down, and played with her fork. Why shouldn't she come back to me? He had a curious sense of power, as if he could have said to her, 'Come and kiss me,' and she would have come. If she had only known! He distinctly heard the Boers sympathised with, the British Government blamed. I am not so in love with work as mother. Only last Sunday desire had seemed simple--just his freedom and Annette. Once outcast, always outcast!
Soames did not stay long. Why shouldn't she come back to me? The restaurant was fairly full--a good many foreigners and folk whom, from their appearance, he took to be literary or artistic. If only Irene will come back I'll be as considerate as she wishes; she could live her own life; but perhaps--perhaps she would come round to me. I have done nothing to put her away from me. He went stolidly through his dinner and special coffee without making his presence known, and when at last he had finished, was careful not to be seen going towards the sanctum of Madame Lamotte. Annette shrugged her shoulders. I am not so in love with work as mother. Only last Sunday desire had seemed simple--just his freedom and Annette. This, which last Sunday would have set his nerves tingling, now gave him much the same feeling a man has when a dog that he owns wriggles and looks at him. But do I want her? But she was not, she had not the lure of that old passion. Indecision in desire was to him a new feeling. If she had only known! Annette looked up at him for a moment, looked down, and played with her fork. He got out of the cab in a state of wary anger--with himself for not having seen Irene, with Jolyon for having seen her; and now with his inability to tell exactly what he wanted. He distinctly heard the Boers sympathised with, the British Government blamed. His eyes travelled round the little room; but the eyes of his mind went another journey--a half-light, and silvery walls, a satinwood piano, a woman standing against it, reined back as it were from him--a woman with white shoulders that he knew, and dark eyes that he had sought to know, and hair like dull dark amber. The thought had jumped out of its little dark sentry-box in his inner consciousness. If only Irene had given him a son, he wouldn't now be squirming after women! To one so secretive as Soames the thought of reentry into quiet possession of his own property with nothing given away to the world was intensely alluring. One woman's much the same as another, after all. There were dishes she could have recommended; what a pity! There's everything before you. Madame Lamotte, with coffee and liqueur, put an end to that colloquy.
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