"But what? Tell me, Sally!"
"You're very anxious," she observed.
"Of course I am anxious! I tell you Philip is head over ears in love with the child! And she—"
"And she," finished her ladyship deliberately, "will need a deal of convincing that it is so. We are told that Philip is in love with Ann Nutley. We know that Philip trifled elegantly with various French ladies. We see him being kind to little Jennifer. And so on."
"But he means nothing! You know that!"
"I? Does it matter what I know? It is what Cleone knows, but there's naught under the sun so unreasonable as a maid in love."
"But if Philip assures her—"
"Pho!" said her ladyship, and snapped her fingers. "Pho!"
"She wouldn't believe it?"
"She might. But she might not choose to show it."