No More Learning

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. ’

‘But what’s it got to do with you and me making love, anyway? I don’t understand you.
First you want to and then you don’t want to. What’s money got to do with it? ’

‘Everything. ’

He wound her arm in his and started down the road. She would never understand.
Nevertheless he had got to explain.



‘Don’t you understand that one isn’t a full human being — that one doesn’t FEEL a human
being — unless one’s got money in one’s pocket? ’


‘No. I think that’s just silly. ’

‘It isn’t that I don’t want to make love to you. I do. But I tell you I can’t make love to you
when I’ve only eightpence in my pocket. At least when you know I’ve only eightpence. I
just can’t do it. It’s physically impossible. ’

‘But why? Why? ’

‘You’ll find it in Lempriere,’ he said obscurely.

That settled it. They talked no more about it. For the second time he had behaved grossly
badly and yet he had made her feel as if it were she who was in the wrong. They walked
on. She did not understand him; on the other hand, she forgave him everything. Presently
they reached Farnham Common, and, after a wait at the cross road, got a bus to Slough.
In the darkness, as the bus loomed near, Rosemary found Gordon’s hand and slipped half
a crown into it, so that he might pay the fares and not be shamed in public by letting a
woman pay for him.

For his own part Gordon would sooner have walked to Slough and saved the bus fares,
but he knew Rosemary would refuse. In Slough, also, he was for taking the train straight
back to London, but Rosemary said indignantly that she wasn’t going to go without her
tea, so they went to a large, dreary, draughty hotel near the station. Tea, with little wilting
sandwiches and rock cakes like balls of putty, was two shillings a head. It was tonnent to
Gordon to let her pay for his food. He sulked, ate nothing, and, after a whispered
argument, insisted on contributing his eightpence towards the cost of the tea.

It was seven o’clock when they took the train back to London. The train was full of tired
hikers in khaki shorts. Rosemary and Gordon did not talk much. They sat close together,
Rosemary with her arm twined through his, playing with his hand, Gordon looking out of
the window. People in the carriage eyed them, wondering what they had quarrelled about.
Gordon watched the lamp-starred darkness streaming past. So the day to which he had
looked forward was ended. And now back to Willowbed Road, with a penniless week



ahead. For a whole week, unless some miracle happened, he wouldn’t even be able to buy
himself a cigarette. What a bloody fool he had been! Rosemary was not angry with him.
By the pressure of her hand she tried to make it clear to him that she loved him. His pale
discontented face, turned half away from her, his shabby coat, and his unkempt mouse-
coloured hair that wanted cutting more than ever, filled her with profound pity. She felt
more tenderly towards him than she would have done if everything had gone well,
because in her feminine way she grasped that he was unhappy and that life was difficult
for him.

‘See me home, will you? ’ she said as they got out at Paddington.

‘If you don’t mind walking. I haven’t got the fare. ’

‘But let ME pay the fare. Oh, dear! I suppose you won’t. But how are you going to get
home yourself? ’

‘Oh, I’ll walk. I know the way. It’s not very far. ’

‘I hate to think of you walking all that way. You look so tired. Be a dear and let me pay
your fare home. DO! ’

‘No. You’ve paid quite enough for me already. ’

‘Oh, dear! You are so silly! ’

They halted at the entrance to the Underground. He took her hand. ‘I suppose we must
say good-bye for the present,’ he said.

‘Good-bye, Gordon dear. Thanks ever so much for taking me out. It was such fun this
morning. ’

‘Ah, this morning! It was different then. ’ His mind went back to the morning hours, when
they had been alone on the road together and there was still money in his pocket.
Compunction seized him. On the whole he had behaved badly. He pressed her hand a
little tighter. ‘You’re not angry with me, are you? ’



‘No, silly, of course not. ’


‘I didn’t mean to be beastly to you.