"Well, Philip, how are you?"
"I'm all right, sir, thank you, sir!"
"Who is the latest poet? Still Shelley? Keep to Shelley, Philip; he knew more of the spirit of God than all the churches!"
"I've been reading Edgar Allan Poe, sir."
"Humph! I'm not so sure! Unhealthy, morbid! Hard time, poor fellow, on the other hand! Don't overdo him!"
"No, sir!"
"But to the matter in hand. You know why I've sent for you?"
"Yes, sir. He told me he was coming, sir."
"Your father's a great man, Philip. If in twenty years you're half the man he is, I'll be proud of you. You've been distressing him, he tells me. He's very concerned about you. Come now, what's wrong?"
"I can't explain, sir. We're different."