“Yes,” said Philip, simply, “it was.”
And Ella fixed her brown eyes on him as he spoke.
Chapter Fourteen.
Differences of Opinion.
As Philip was leaving that afternoon, Ella, whom he had not seen since luncheon, met him in the hall.
“Will you be so kind,” she began, “if it is not too much trouble—would you mind taking this little parcel to my godmother?” and she held up a small packet just twice the size of the one that had been transferred from his keeping to hers that same morning.
“Is it the shoes?” he said; “ah, I supposed so. Certainly I will give them to her. Shall I say you forgot them before?”
“No,” said Ella, colouring a little, “for that would not be true. Still I would rather she did not know of my having so nearly lost one; it would distress her and seem as if I had been careless. I don’t think you need say anything; just give her them from me.”