Up started Cleone.
"I will not see him! Aunt Sarah, I beg you will go to him! Please spare me this—humiliation!"
Lady Malmerstoke waved her aside.
"Admit him, Sambo. Yes, here. Cleone, control yourself!"
"I can't see him! I can't! I can't! How can I face him?"
"Turn your back, then," said her unsympathetic aunt. "I wonder what he has done?"
"D-do you think he—could have—arranged everything?" asked Cleone, with a gleam of hope.
"From what I have seen of him, I should say yes. A masterful young man, my dear. Else why that chin?" She moved to the door. Philip came in, immaculate as ever. "Ah, Philip!"
Philip shot a look past her. Cleone had fled to the window. He bent and kissed Lady Malmerstoke's hand.
"Bonjour, madame!" He held open the door and bowed.