“Oh, I don’t know,” said Philip. “She was very different from you in many ways.”
“Perhaps you are different from the Philip Barrimore she knew,” said Eweretta.
“I am,” said Philip. “I was a better fellow, I think, when she knew me. I was less selfish and hard, and—conceited!”
He laughed. Somehow it amused him to hear himself saying such things of himself.
As for Eweretta, she liked him better than she had done since the renewal of their acquaintance. But no more intimate talk was possible, for just then Mrs. Le Breton and Mr. Alvin returned.
Philip went soon afterwards, saying that he must pack a bag, as he intended running up to town.
CHAPTER XXXIV
THE FLIGHT OF PHYLLIS
Phyllis Lane, on reaching home, went at once to bed. The next morning she did not come down, so Mrs. Ransom went up to her room—to find the door locked.
As she could get no answer, though she called a number of times, she informed the Colonel.
“Let her alone,” he said. “She is in a temper, that is all. Let her stay all day. It will do her good.”