"Philippa," Fanny moaned, "doesn't want saving. She can take care of herself."
"I see. You are fond of Philippa, but your sympathies are with Furny?"
"Well he can feel, and Philippa——"
She left it there for him, as her way was.
"Precisely. Then why worry about Philippa?"
"Because it's really awful, and it's in my house that it'll happen."
"How long are they staying?"
"Lord knows how long."
"Poor Fanny. You can't get them to go, can you?"
"I've thought of things. I've told Will he must have an illness."