“Philip, it would be horrible if Mr. Webster fell in love with Miss Le Breton!” began Phyllis.
“Why?” inquired Philip.
“Why? How can you ask! You know she has been insane,” said Phyllis with indignation.
“She is just like other people now,” rejoined Philip.
“But people who have once been insane may become so again,” Phyllis reminded him.
“Possibly Miss Le Breton was never insane at all, but only hysterical,” suggested Philip. “She struck me as a perfectly normal young woman. But whether she is or is not, Dan is not likely to fall in love with her.”
“Isn’t he!” cried Phyllis. “He absolutely raves about her.”
“Painters always rave about a model which is to their taste. But to drop the subject of Dan. What are you miserable about?”
Phyllis most unexpectedly burst into tears, burying her face in Philip’s waistcoat.
“Oh, Philip!” she sobbed. “I have found out my mistake! Dad”—(sob)—“was right after all!”