"I don't—care about it." It was a forlorn little voice, and Sir Maurice patted her hand again.
"Tut-tut, my love!"
Another silence.
"I do not think it is very kind in Philip to stay away from you for so long a time," said Cleone wistfully.
"You forget, dear. I sent him. He is but obeying me."
"And—and me."
Sir Maurice found nothing to say to that.
"Was I—perhaps—very wicked—to—to—do what he said—I did?"
"What was that, Cleone?"
"Th—throw away—an honest man's love for—for—oh, you know the things he said!"