[CHAPTER VII.]
AH, PHILIP, MY SON! I, ALSO, HAVE A GIRL WHOM I LOVE.
Then said Philip, as he and Mr. Hart moved slowly away--then said Philip softly, as though but a moment had passed since his companion last spoke:
"Her name is Margaret, not Juliet. I have no need to play Romeo to Margaret. Margaret!" he whispered to himself, finding a subtle charm in the name; "My Margaret!" and then aloud, "Has your Leading Lady ever played such a character?"
"Yes," replied Mr. Hart, without any direct meaning, "in 'Faust.'"
Philip's face flushed scarlet, not at the words, but at the tone, which was sad and significant, without the speaker intending it to be so.
"I know you to be a gentleman----" pursued Mr. Hart.
"I thought you to be one," interrupted Philip hotly.
"I hope you will see no reason to change your opinion," said Mr. Hart.
"I see a reason already."