Philip collapsed.
"Oh, very well!"
The round, good-tempered face lost its unaccustomed severity. Tom was again wrapped in thought.
"Paris," he said at length, to the bewilderment of his nephew. "You must go there," he explained.
Philip was horrified.
"What! I? To Paris? Never!"
"Then I wash my—"
"But, Tom, consider! I know so little French!"
"The more reason."
"But—but—damn it, I say I will not!"