"Poor François! I go to reassure m'sieur."
"Ah, if m'sieur can do that!"
"I can—most effectively. Where is he?"
François pointed to the library door.
Philip literally pounced on his father.
"Well? You have seen her? Is she in love with Brenderby? Is she to wed him? What did she tell you?"
Sir Maurice pushed him away.
"You are the second distracted lover who has clutched me to-day. Have done."
Philip danced with impatience.