"Many things," parried Philip.
"Female things?"
"What curiosity! Sometimes, yes, but not au sérieux."
"Little Philip without a heart, eh?"
"Who told you that?" Philip leaned forward.
"Satterthwaite wrote it, or something like it."
"Le petit Philippe au Cœur Perdu. Most of them would give their eyes to know who the fair unknown may be!"
"Is it still Cleone?" Sir Maurice looked sharply across at him.
"It has—never been anyone else," answered Philip simply.
"I am glad. I want you to marry her, Philip."