"Cleone ... I don't know. It is what I wish to find out. Lady Malmerstoke stands my friend."
"Trust Sally," said Tom.
Philip's eyes sparkled.
"Ah, Tom, Tom, art a rogue! Father, he is in love with her ladyship!"
"He always has been," answered Sir Maurice. "Even before old Malmerstoke died."
Tom cleared his throat.
"I—"
"Then why do you not wed her?" demanded Philip.
"She would not. Now she says—perhaps. We are very good friends," he added contentedly. "I doubt neither of us is at the age when one loves with heat."
"Philip, how do you like Paris?" interrupted Sir Maurice.