"I know what you mean."
Philip came up, and glanced keenly at Arthur. Then he smiled good-humoredly and said:
"Shall I prophesy unto you?"
"No," said Arthur. "I know you're going to say it'll be all the same six months hence."
"I was. I can't deny it, Arthur. You forget that I have seen you like this many times before. We may have a tragedy or we may not, Arthur, but I shall take leave to eliminate you from the cast."
"I'm going to pack," said Arthur angrily, and he went into the house.
"When there are real troubles about," said Philip, "it is well to clear the ground. There's not much the matter with him."
"I think he feels it rather, you know."
"Oh, yes; it's worth a set of verses."
"I'm glad to hear it's no worse; for, to tell you the truth, Phil, there's enough to worry about without Arthur. I'm glad our party is breaking up."