"Did Philip ever say—"
"No; he never says, you know."
"I thought that men—close friends—sometimes did."
"Sometimes—in romantic fiction. Phil wouldn't; nor," he added smilingly, "would I."
"How do you know, Boots?" she asked, leaning back to watch him out of mischievous eyes. "How do you know what you'd do if you were in love—with Gladys, for example?"
"I know perfectly well," he said, "because I am."
"In love!" incredulously.
"Of course."
"Oh—you mean Drina."
"Who else?" he asked lightly.