At first she swept up and down the room like an outraged Empress. Her skirts created quite a wind. I won't attempt to tell you all the bitter things she said——
Philip.
Of me?
Roope.
And of me, dear excellent friend.
Philip.
[Grimly.] For your share in the business.
Roope.
[With a nod.] The fatal luncheon in South Audley Street. However, she soon softened, and came and knelt by the fire. And suddenly—you've seen a child fall on the pavement and cut its knees, haven't you, Phil?——
Philip.