No More Learning

However, at the very top of the list there was some nameless table claret at two and nine
a bottle. Gordon made hurried calculations. He could just manage two and nine. He
indicated the wine with his thumbnail.

‘Bring us a bottle of this,’ he said.

The waiter’s eyebrows rose again. He essayed a stroke of irony.

‘You will have ze WHOLE bottle, sare? You would not prefare ze half bottle? ’


‘A whole bottle,’ said Gordon coldly.



All in a single delicate movement of contempt the waiter inclined his head, shrugged his
left shoulder, and turned away. Gordon could not stand it. He caught Rosemary’s eye
across the table. Somehow or other they had got to put that waiter in his place! In a
moment the waiter came back, carrying the bottle of cheap wine by the neck, and half
concealing it behind his coat tails, as though it were something a little indecent or
unclean. Gordon had thought of a way to avenge himself. As the waiter displayed the
bottle he put out a hand, felt it, and frowned.

‘That’s not the way to serve red wine,’ he said.

Just for a moment the waiter was taken aback. ‘Sare? ’ he said.

‘It’s stone cold. Take the bottle away and wann it. ’

‘Very good, sare. ’

But it was not really a victory. The waiter did not look abashed. Was the wine worth
wanning? his raised eyebrow said. He bore the bottle away with easy disdain, making it
quite clear to Rosemary and Gordon that it was bad enough to order the cheapest wine on
the list without making this fuss about it afterwards.

The beef and salad were corpse-cold and did not seem like real food at all. They tasted
like water. The rolls, also, though stale, were damp. The reedy Thames water seemed to
have got into everything. It was no surprise that when the wine was opened it tasted like
mud. But it was alcoholic, that was the great thing. It was quite a surprise to find how
stimulating it was, once you had got it past your gullet and into your stomach. After
drinking a glass and a half Gordon felt very much better. The waiter stood by the door,
ironically patient, his napkin over his arm, trying to make Gordon and Rosemary
uncomfortable by his presence. At first he succeeded, but Gordon’s back was towards
him, and he disregarded him and presently almost forgot him. By degrees their courage
returned. They began to talk more easily and in louder voices.

‘Look,’ said Gordon. ‘Those swans have followed us all the way up here. ’

Sure enough, there were the two swans sailing vaguely to and fro over the dark green
water. And at this moment the sun burst out again and the dreary aquarium of a dining-



room was flooded with pleasant greenish light. Gordon and Rosemary felt suddenly
wann and happy. They began chattering about nothing, almost as though the waiter had
not been there, and Gordon took up the bottle and poured out two more glasses of wine.
Over their glasses their eyes met. She was looking at him with a sort of yielding irony.
‘I’m your mistress,’ her eyes said; ‘what a joke! ’ Their knees were touching under the
small table; momentarily she squeezed his knee between her own. Something leapt inside
him; a warm wave of sensuality and tenderness crept up his body. He had remembered!
She was his girl, his mistress. Presently, when they were alone, in some hidden place in
the warm, windless air, he would have her naked body all for his own at last. True, all the
morning he had known this, but somehow the knowledge had been unreal. It was only
now that he grasped it. Without words said, with a sort of bodily certainty, he knew that
within an hour she would be in his arms, naked. As they sat there in the warm light, their
knees touching, their eyes meeting, they felt as though already everything had been
accomplished. There was deep intimacy between them. They could have sat there for
hours, just looking at one another and talking of trivial things that had meanings for them
and for nobody else. They did sit there for twenty minutes or more. Gordon had forgotten
the waiter — had even forgotten, momentarily, the disaster of being let in for this wretched
lunch that was going to strip him of every penny he had. But presently the sun went in,
the room grew grey again, and they realized that it was time to go.

‘The bill,’ said Gordon, turning half round.

The waiter made a final effort to be offensive.

‘Ze bill, sare? But you do not wish any coffee, sare? ’

‘No, no coffee. The bill. ’

The waiter retired and came back with a folded slip on a salver. Gordon opened it. Six
and threepence — and he had exactly seven and elevenpence in the world! Of course he
had known approximately what the bill must be, and yet it was a shock now that it came.
He stood up, felt in his pocket, and took out all his money. The sallow young waiter, his
salver on his arm, eyed the handful of money; plainly he divined that it was all Gordon
had. Rosemary also had got up and come round the table. She pinched Gordon’s elbow;
this was a signal that she would like to pay her share. Gordon pretended not to notice. He



paid the six and threepence, and, as he turned away, dropped another shilling on to the
salver. The waiter balanced it for a moment on his hand, flicked it over, and then slipped
it into his waistcoat pocket with the air of covering up something unmentionable.

As they went down the passage, Gordon felt dismayed, helpless — dazed, almost. All his
money gone at a single swoop! It was a ghastly thing to happen. If only they had not
come to this accursed place! The whole day was ruined now — and all for the sake of a
couple of plates of cold beef and a bottle of muddy wine! Presently there would be tea to
think about, and he had only six cigarettes left, and there were the bus fares back to
Slough and God knew what else; and he had just eightpence to pay for the lot! They got
outside the hotel feeling as if they had been kicked out and the door slammed behind
them. All the wann intimacy of a moment ago was gone. Everything seemed different
now that they were outside. Their blood seemed to grow suddenly cooler in the open air.
Rosemary walked ahead of him, rather nervous, not speaking. She was half frightened
now by the thing she had resolved to do. He watched her strong delicate limbs moving.
There was her body that he had wanted so long; but now when the time had come it only
daunted him. He wanted her to be his, he wanted to HAVE HAD her, but he wished it
were over and done with. It was an effort — a thing he had got to screw himself up to. It
was strange that that beastly business of the hotel bill could have upset him so
completely. The easy carefree mood of the morning was shattered; in its place there had
come back the hateful, harassing, familiar thing — worry about money. In a minute he
would have to own up that he had only eightpence left; he would have to borrow money
off her to get them home; it would be squalid and shameful. Only the wine inside him
kept up his courage. The wannth of the wine, and the hateful feeling of having only
eightpence left, warred together in his body, neither getting the better of the other.

They walked rather slowly, but soon they were away from the river and on higher ground
again. Each searched desperately for something to say and could think of nothing. He
came level with her, took her hand, and wound her fingers within his own. Like that they
felt better. But his heart beat painfully, his entrails were constricted. He wondered
whether she felt the same.


‘There doesn’t seem to be a soul about,’ she said at last.



‘It’s Sunday afternoon. They’re all asleep under the aspidistra, after roast beef and
Yorkshire. ’


There was another silence. They walked on fifty yards or so. With difficulty mastering
his voice, he managed to say:

‘It’s extraordinarily wann. We might sit down for a bit if we can find a place. ’

‘Yes, all right. If you like. ’

Presently they came to a small copse on the left of the road. It looked dead and empty,
nothing growing under the naked trees. But at the corner of the copse, on the far side,
there was a great tangled patch of sloe or blackthorn bushes. He put his arm round her
without saying anything and turned her in that direction. There was a gap in the hedge
with some barbed wire strung across it. He held the wire up for her and she slipped
nimbly under it. His heart leapt again. How supple and strong she was! But as he climbed
over the wire to follow her, the eightpence — a sixpence and two pennies — clinked in his
pocket, daunting him anew.

When they got to the bushes they found a natural alcove. On three sides were beds of
thorns, leafless but impenetrable, and on the other side you looked downhill over a sweep
of naked ploughed fields. At the bottom of the hill stood a low-roofed cottage, tiny as a
child’s toy, its chimneys smokeless. Not a creature was stirring anywhere. You could not
have been more alone than in such a place. The grass was the fine mossy stuff that grows
under trees.

‘We ought to have brought a mackintosh,’ he said. He had knelt down.

‘It doesn’t matter. The ground’s fairly dry. ’

He pulled her to the ground beside him, kissed her, pulled off the flat felt hat, lay upon
her breast to breast, kissed her face all over. She lay under him, yielding rather than
responding. She did not resist when his hand sought her breasts. But in her heart she was
still frightened. She would do it — oh, yes! she would keep her implied promise, she
would not draw back; but all the same she was frightened. And at heart he too was half
reluctant. It dismayed him to find how little, at this moment, he really wanted her. The



money-business still unnerved him. How can you make love when you have only
eightpence in your pocket and are thinking about it all the time? Yet in a way he wanted
her. Indeed, he could not do without her. His life would be a different thing when once
they were really lovers. For a long time he lay on her breast, her head turned sideways,
his face against her neck and hair, attempting nothing further.

Then the sun came out again. It was getting low in the sky now. The warm light poured
over them as though a membrane across the sky had broken. It had been a little cold on
the grass, really, with the sun behind the clouds; but now once again it was almost as
warm as summer. Both of them sat up to exclaim at it.

‘Oh, Gordon, look! Look how the sun’s lighting everything up! ’

As the clouds melted away a widening yellow beam slid swiftly across the valley, gilding
everything in its path. Grass that had been dull green shone suddenly emerald. The empty
cottage below sprang out into wann colours, purply-blue of tiles, cherry-red of brick.
Only the fact that no birds were singing reminded you that it was winter. Gordon put his
ann round Rosemary and pulled her hard against him. They sat cheek to cheek, looking
down the hill. He turned her round and kissed her.

‘You do like me, don’t you? ’

‘Adore you, silly. ’

‘And you’re going to be nice to me, aren’t you? ’

‘Nice to you? ’

‘Let me do what I want with you? ’

‘Yes, I expect so. ’

‘Anything? ’


‘Yes, all right. Anything. ’



He pressed her back upon the grass. It was quite different now. The wannth of the sun
seemed to have got into their bones. ‘Take your clothes off, there’s a dear,’ he whispered.
She did it readily enough. She had no shame before him. Besides, it was so warm and the
place was so solitary that it did not matter how many clothes you took off. They spread
her clothes out and made a sort of bed for her to he on. Naked, she lay back, her hands
behind her head, her eyes shut, smiling slightly, as though she had considered everything
and were at peace in her mind. For a long time he knelt and gazed at her body. Its beauty
startled him. She looked much younger naked than with her clothes on. Her face, thrown
back, with eyes shut, looked almost childish. He moved closer to her. Once again the
coins clinked in his pocket. Only eightpence left! Trouble coming presently. But he
wouldn’t think of it now. Get on with it, that’s the great thing, get on with it and damn the
future! He put an arm beneath her and laid his body to hers.


‘May I? — now? ’

‘Yes. All right. ’

‘You’re not frightened? ’

‘No. ’

‘I ’ll be as gentle as I can with you.
’

‘It doesn’t matter. ’

A moment later:

‘Oh, Gordon, no! No, no, no! ’

‘What? What is it? ’

‘No, Gordon, no! You mustn’t! NO! ’

She put her hands against him and pushed him violently back. Her face looked remote,
frightened, almost hostile. It was terrible to feel her push him away at such a moment. It



was as though cold water had been dashed all over him. He fell back from her, dismayed,
hurriedly rearranging his clothes.

‘What is it? What’s the matter? ’

‘Oh, Gordon! I thought you — oh, dear! ’

She threw her arm over her face and rolled over on her side, away from him, suddenly
ashamed.

‘What is it? ’ he repeated.

‘How could you be so THOUGHTLESS? ’

‘What do you mean — thoughtless? ’

‘Oh! you know what I mean! ’

His heart shrank. He did know what she meant; but he had never thought of it till this
moment. And of course — oh, yes! — he ought to have thought of it. He stood up and
turned away from her. Suddenly he knew that he could go no further with this business.
In a wet field on a Sunday afternoon — and in mid- winter at that! Impossible! It seemed
so right, so natural only a minute ago; now it seemed merely squalid and ugly.

‘I didn’t expect THIS,’ he said bitterly.

‘But I couldn’t help it, Gordon! You ought to have — you know. ’

‘You don’t think I go in for that kind of thing, do you? ’

‘But what else can we do? I can’t have a baby, can I? ’

‘You must take your chance. ’


‘Oh, Gordon, how impossible you are! ’



She lay looking up at him, her face full of distress, too overcome for the moment even to
remember that she was naked. His disappointment had turned to anger. There you are,
you see! Money again! Even the most secret action of your life you don’t escape it;
you’ve still got to spoil everything with fdthy cold-blooded precautions for money’s
sake. Money, money, always money! Even in the bridal bed, the finger of the money-god
intruding! In the heights or in the depths, he is there. He walked a pace or two up and
down, his hands in his pockets.

‘Money again, you see! ’ he said. ‘Even at a moment like this it’s got the power to stand
over us and bully us. Even when we’re alone and miles from anywhere, with not a soul to
see us. ’

‘What’s MONEY got to do with it? ’

‘I tell you it’d never enter your head to worry about a baby if it wasn’t for the money.
You’d WANT the baby if it wasn’t for that. You say you “can’t” have a baby. What do
you mean, you “can’t” have a baby? You mean you daren’t; because you’d lose your job
and I’ve got no money and all of us would starve. This birth-control business! It’s just
another way they’ve found out of bullying us. And you want to acquiesce in it,
apparently. ’

‘But what am I to do, Gordon? What am I to do? ’

At this moment the sun disappeared behind the clouds. It became perceptibly colder.
After all, the scene was grotesque — the naked woman lying in the grass, the dressed man
standing moodily by with his hands in his pockets. She’d catch her death of cold in
another moment, lying there like that. The whole thing was absurd and indecent.

‘But what else am I to do? ’ she repeated.

‘I should think you might start by putting your clothes on,’ he said coldly.

He had only said it to avenge his irritation; but its result was to make her so painfully and
obviously embarrassed that he had to turn his back on her. She had dressed herself in a
very few moments. As she knelt lacing up her shoes he heard her sniff once or twice. She
was on the point of crying and was struggling to restrain herself. He felt horribly



ashamed. He would have liked to throw himself on his knees beside her, put his anns
round her, and ask her pardon. But he could do nothing of the kind; the scene had left him
lumpish and awkward. It was with difficulty that he could command his voice even for
the most banal remark.

‘Are you ready? ’ he said flatly.

‘Yes. ’

They went back to the road, climbed through the wire, and started down the hill without
another word. Fresh clouds were rolling across the sun. It was getting much colder.
Another hour and the early dusk would have fallen. They reached the bottom of the hill
and came in sight of the Ravenscroft Hotel, scene of their disaster.

‘Where are we going? ’ said Rosemary in a small sulky voice.

‘Back to Slough, I suppose. We must cross the bridge and have a look at the signposts. ’

They scarcely spoke again till they had gone several miles. Rosemary was embarrassed
and miserable. A number of times she edged closer to him, meaning to take his arm, but
he edged away from her; and so they walked abreast with almost the width of the road
between them. She imagined that she had offended him mortally. She supposed that it
was because of his disappointment — because she had pushed him away at the critical
moment — that he was angry with her; she would have apologized if he had given her a
quarter of a chance. But as a matter of fact he was scarcely thinking of this any longer.
His mind had turned away from that side of things. It was the money-business that was
troubling him now — the fact that he had only eightpence in his pocket. In a very little
while he would have to confess it. There would be the bus fares from Farnham to Slough,
and tea in Slough, and cigarettes, and more bus fares and perhaps another meal when they
got back to London; and just eightpence to cover the lot! He would have to borrow from
Rosemary after all. And that was so damned humiliating. It is hateful to have to borrow
money off someone you have just been quarrelling with. What nonsense it made of all his
fine attitudes! There was he, lecturing her, putting on superior airs, pretending to be
shocked because she took contraception for granted; and the next moment turning round



and asking her for money! But there you are, you see, that’s what money can do. There is
no attitude that money or the lack of it cannot puncture.

By half past four it was almost completely dark. They tramped along misty roads where
there was no illumination save the cracks of cottage windows and the yellow beam of an
occasional car. It was getting beastly cold, too, but they had walked four miles and the
exercise had warmed them. It was impossible to go on being unsociable any longer. They
began to talk more easily and by degrees they edged closer together. Rosemary took
Gordon’s arm. Presently she stopped him and swung him round to face her.

‘Gordon, WHY are you so beastly to me? ’

‘How am I beastly to you? ’

‘Coming all this way without speaking a word! ’

‘Oh, well! ’

‘Are you still angry with me because of what happened just now? ’

‘No. I was never angry with you. YOU’RE not to blame. ’

She looked up at him, trying to divine the expression of his face in the almost pitch
darkness. He drew her against him, and, as she seemed to expect it, tilted her face back
and kissed her. She clung to him eagerly; her body melted against his. She had been
waiting for this, it seemed.

‘Gordon, you do love me, don’t you? ’

‘Of course I do. ’

‘Things went wrong somehow. I couldn’t help it. I got frightened suddenly. ’

‘It doesn’t matter. Another time it’ll be all right. ’

She was lying limp against him, her head on his breast. He could feel her heart beating. It
seemed to flutter violently, as though she were taking some decision.



‘I don’t care,’ she said indistinctly, her face buried in his coat.


‘Don’t care about what? ’

‘The baby. I’ll risk it. You can do what you like with me. ’

At these surrendering words a weak desire raised itself in him and died away at once. He
knew why she had said it. It was not because, at this moment, she really wanted to be
made love to. It was from a mere generous impulse to let him know that she loved him
and would take a dreaded risk rather than disappoint him.

‘Now? ’ he said.

‘Yes, if you like. ’

He considered. He so wanted to be sure that she was his! But the cold night air flowed
over them. Behind the hedges the long grass would be wet and chill. This was not the
time or the place. Besides, that business of the eightpence had usurped his mind. He was
not in the mood any longer.

‘I can’t,’ he said finally.

‘You can’t! But, Gordon! I thought — ’

‘I know. But it’s all different now. ’

‘You’re still upset? ’

‘Yes. In a way. ’

‘Why? ’

He pushed her a little away from him. As well have the explanation now as later.
Nevertheless he was so ashamed that he mumbled rather than said:


‘I’ve got a beastly thing to say to you. It’s been worrying me all the way along. ’



‘What is it? ’


‘It’s this. Can you lend me some money? I’m absolutely cleaned out. I had just enough
money for today, but that beastly hotel bill upset everything. I’ve only eightpence left. ’

Rosemary was amazed. She broke right out of his arms in her amazement.

‘Only eightpence left! What ARE you talking about? What does it matter if you’ve only
eightpence left? ’

‘Don’t I tell you I shall have to borrow money off you in another minute? You’ll have to
pay for your own bus fares, and my bus fares, and your tea and Lord knows what. And I
asked you to come out with me! You’re supposed to be my guest. It’s bloody. ’

‘Your GUEST! Oh, Gordon. Is THAT what’s been worrying you all this time? ’

‘Yes. ’

‘Gordon, you ARE a baby! How can you let yourself be worried by a thing like that? As
though I minded lending you money! Aren’t I always telling you I want to pay my share
when we go out together? ’

‘Yes, and you know how I hate your paying. We had that out the other night. ’

‘Oh, how absurd, how absurd you are! Do you think there’s anything to be ashamed of in
having no money? ’

‘Of course there is! It’s the only thing in the world there IS to be ashamed of.