"But of course! The bulk follows me."
Tom sat down weakly.
"And you who six months ago thought yourself rich in the possession of three coats."
Philip came back to the fire. He made a little grimace of distaste.
"Those far-off days! That is ended—completely!"
Tom cast him a shrewd glance.
"What, all of it? Cleone?"
"Ah!" Philip smiled. "That is—another—matter. I have to thank you for your letter, Tom."
"It brought you back?"
"En partie. She is here?"