"I shall drawl," promised Philip. "And I shall be very languid."
"It's the fashion, of course. You did not adopt it?"
"It did not entice me. I am le petit sans repos, and le petit Philippe au Cœur Perdu, and petit original. Hé, hé, I shall be homesick! It is inevitable."
"Are you so much at home in Paris?" asked Tom, rather surprised. "You liked the Frenchies?"
"Liked them! Could I have disliked them?"
"I should have thought it possible—for you. Did you make many friends?"
"A revendre! They took me to their bosoms."
"Did they indeed! Who do you count amongst your intimates?"
"Saint-Dantin—you know him?"
"I've met him. Tall and dark?"