"I've got to try to be, now," he said, laughingly. "There is no unhappiness like that of a broken idol."
"Do I regard you as an idol?"
"Not me, but what your charming fancy pretends is me. I dread the day you find me out."
"You are laughing at me," she said happily, walking beside him with her light, springy step. "You may make fun of me; you may say what you will. I know."
"I think I do, too. And this is what I know, Philippa; you have within you some very rare and delicate and splendid qualities. Also, you are very young, and you need a guide——"
"You!"
"No."
"What! Of course it's you I need to guide me——"
"Listen. You need a woman—older than yourself——"
"Please!—Warner, my friend——"