"I thank goodness I do not see things as you do," he said.
"Even the parable of the Pharisee has its modern aspect," Lawrence murmured chucklingly.
Philip stood looking moodily across the lake, and fortunately did not catch his words.
"I think I shall walk a little," he said coldly. "I can't sleep until I have walked some of your conversation out of my soul."
"Go to it," Lawrence said with a smile. "I didn't mean to corrupt you."
"You didn't. You simply make me angry. I'm sorry, but you do."
"Yes? So am I. However, it won't last much longer, Philip."
Both men smiled at the thoughts that came with those words.
"I think I shall go in," Lawrence went on. "I shall want sleep for the big start to-morrow."
Philip looked hopefully at Claire. She rose with a sigh of weariness, pretending not to see him.