"And what were you talking of?" says she.
"Is it a secret any longer?" I asked Philip.
"No."
"Then we were talking of Phil's going to England, to be a great architect."
"Going to England!" She looked as if she could not have rightly understood.
"Yes," said I, "in a year from now, to stay, the Lord knows how long."
She turned white, then red; and had the strangest look.
"Is it true?" she asked, after a moment, turning to Phil.
"Yes. I am to go next June."
"But father—does he know?"