‘Philip.’
Another ‘Well!’ and another long pause.
‘Philip, I don’t know whether you’ll be angry with me.’
‘Certainly not,’ said Philip, marvelling at what was coming.
‘Guy says he does not want to keep up the feud, and I wish you would not.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘The deadly feud!’ said Charlotte.
‘What nonsense is this?’ said Philip.
‘Surely—Oh Philip, there always was a deadly feud between our ancestors, and the Redclyffe Morvilles, and it was very wrong, and ought not to be kept up now.’
‘It is not I that keep it up.’