"Philip? Is—is it really—you?" she whispered.
"You didn't know me? Jenny, how unkind! Surely I haven't changed as much as that?"
"Y-you have," she averred. "More!"
"I have not, I swear I have not! Father, go away! Let me sit here and talk to Jennifer!"
Only too glad to obey, Sir Maurice rose.
"He is very peremptory and autocratic, isn't he, my dear?" he smiled.
Philip sank into the vacated chair.
"I—I feel I ought to call you Mr. Jettan!" said Jennifer.
"Jenny! If you dare to do such a thing I shall—I shall—"
"What will you do?"