“To forbid me?” she repeated.
Philip bowed ironically, Sylvia thought; the gesture, infinitely slight and unimportant as it was, cut the last knot.
“I shall have to tell Mr. Dorward about this letter and explain to him,” she said.
Philip hesitated for a moment. “Yes, I think that would be the best thing to do,” he agreed.
Sylvia regarded him curiously.
“You don’t mind his knowing that you showed it to me?” she asked.
“Not at all,” said Philip.
She laughed, and he took alarm at the tone.
“I thought you were going to be sensible,” he began, but she cut him short.
“Oh, I am, my dear man. Don’t worry.”