Cleone was silent.
"We sent Philip to acquire polish. Heaven knows what has happened to him! Would you care greatly if he returned—without the polish, child?"
"No!" whispered Cleone.
"Nor should I. Strange! But I should prefer it, I confess."
"Do you think—do you think he—he will be—very elegant, Sir Maurice?"
He smiled.
"I fear not, Cleone. Can you see our Philip tricked up in town clothes, apeing town ways?"
"N—no."
There was silence for a few minutes.
"Sir Maurice."