"Take me home!" begged Cleone. "I am b-betrothed to Sir Deryk and James! Oh, for heaven's sake, take me home!"
[Seventeen]
Mistress Cleone at Her Wits' End
Sir Maurice and his brother were sitting at breakfast next morning when Philip burst in on them. Tom jumped up and swore.
"Damn you, Philip! At this hour!"
Philip paid not the slightest heed to him. He grasped his father by the shoulder.
"Father, you must to Lady Malmerstoke's house at once!"
Sir Maurice ate another mouthful of beef.
"Sit down, my son, and be calm. What's to do?"
"God alone knows!" cried Philip. He sank into a chair and rejected his uncle's offer of breakfast. "Breakfast? What have I to do with food when I'm nigh demented?"