"Of course I am! I—oo!" She gave a little wriggle of delight. "Why did you not tell me?"
"It is not—one of the things one tells one's lady-love," said Philip.
"Oh! And to-day? How did you—persuade Sir Deryk?"
"Through the arm. But he had no intention of holding you to your word."
Cleone grew rather rigid.
"Oh—indeed? In-deed?"
Philip was mystified.
"You did not want to be held to it, did you, chérie?"
"N-no. But—I don't like him, Philip."
"I did not, I confess. I think I do now."