Chapter 78

“You’ll have to pay it into your account, Mr. Pybus.” “Oh—all right. I’m afraid I’m giving you a lot of trouble.” “Oh, not at all.” He went out, smiling, and, returning to Parham Crescent, sat at his open window, his widely open window, and felt that life had both enlarged itself and grown more particular. Pah, what a business! And yet he was able to understand the pity of it, the jumble of fleshly necessities and foolishnesses, the sordid little strategies, the bargainings and deceptions. Just because sex should n…