‘Nothing is amiss with me, thank you, Amy,’
She knew he meant that he would tell no more, and would have thought no more about it, but that she saw her mother was very uneasy.
‘Did you ask whether there were any letters at the post?’ said Charles. ‘Guy is using us shamefully—practising self-denial on us, I suppose. Is there no letter from him?’
‘There is,’ said Philip, reluctantly.
‘Well, where is it?’
‘It is to your father.’
‘Oh!’ said Charles, with a disappointed air. ‘Are you sure? Depend on it, you overlooked my M. He has owed me a letter this fortnight. Let me see.’
‘It is for my uncle,’ repeated Philip, as if to put an end to the subject.
‘Then he has been so stupid as to forget my second name. Come, give it me. I shall have it sooner or later.’
‘I assure you, Charles, it is not for you.’