Philip flung back his head.
"Thunder of God, she will have me now if I have to force her to the altar! Ciel, you have taken a load off my mind, sir! I thought she cared for Brenderby! She smiled on him so consistently. And now for ce cher Brenderby! I am going to enjoy myself."
"Remember, Philip! No breath of scandal!"
"Am I so clumsy? Not a whisper shall there be! François, François! My hat, my cloak, my boots, and my SWORD!"
[Eighteen]
Philip Takes Charge of the Situation
Sir Deryk's valet came to him, bowing.
"There is a gentleman below who desires speech with you, sir."
"Oh? Who is he?"
"Mr. Philip Jettan, sir."