“It’s about Philip I’ve come to see you,” she said. “I knew that you were interested in him.”
Mary admitted the interest shamelessly.
“I don’t know what’s happened to him. He’s so changed ... not at all the boy he used to be.”
“Yes, he’s very different.... I think maybe he’s happier now.”
“Oh, he’s not happy. No one could be happy in his state of mind. Why, he’s even abandoned God.... Something, some one has gotten hold of him.”
The shadow of a frown crossed Mary’s smooth brow. She had the air of waiting ... waiting.... She said, “Perhaps I’ve chosen the wrong word. I mean that he seems on a more solid foundation.”
“Do you call what he’s doing solid?”
“If it’s what he wants to do.”
“He doesn’t know his own mind.”
“I mean he’s more like the real Philip. I think he is the real Philip now.”