"Won't he?" he said. "I never thought of that. Then I needn't go back?"
"You'll have to go somewhere, though," observed his sage counsellor. "Where are you going to?"
"I should like to go about a bit. I have never even been to school. I don't know any other boys. I want to grow up and be a man, and travel about all over the world," said Philip, his eager spirit dashing off into futurity at once.
"I see," said Peggy, suddenly cold again.
"Yes," continued Philip. He was fairly soaring now. "Have you read 'The Idylls of the King'?"
Peggy shook her head blankly.
"No," she said. "Is it a story?"
"Yes. It's all about a Round Table, and some knights who met there. They used to ride out and do the most splendid things."
"What sort?" asked Peggy absently.
The sudden revelation of the eternal masculine in Philip, exemplified by his desire to roam, was jangling the chords of the eternal feminine in herself.