Tom yawned.
"As ye will."
Philip became more and more unhappy.
"Why should I go to Paris?" he growled.
"You're like a surly bear," reproved Tom. "Where else would you go?"
"Can't I—surely I can learn all I want here?"
"Ay, and have all your friends nudging each other as you transform from what you are to what you are to become!"
Philip had not thought of that. He relapsed into sulky silence.
"To Paris," resumed Tom, "within the week. Luckily, you've more money than is good for you. You've no need to pinch and scrape. I'll take you, clothe you, and introduce you."
Philip brightened.