"Well, sir, you will see. Come with us this afternoon. Tom and I are bidden to take a dish of Bohea with her ladyship."
"Sally has already asked me. I shall certainly come. Mordieu, what ails the child?"
Philip rubbed some rouge on to his cheeks.
"If you can tell me the answer to that riddle, sir, I shall—thank you."
"You do care, Philip? Still?" He watched Philip pick up the haresfoot with fingers that trembled a little.
"Care?" said Philip. "I—yes, sir. I care—greatly."
Lady Malmerstoke glanced critically at her niece.
"You are very gay, Clo," she remarked.
"Gay?" cried Cleone. "How could I be sober, Aunt Sally? I am enjoying myself so much!"