"And the other?" he asked.
"Phil—Philip," I answered; and then I leapt to my feet as one waking from a dream, saying, as I did so, "though, sooth, I know not why I tell you." With my moving he so changed his position that the glow of the fire fell upon his face, and I knew him for the priest that had been taken in the orchard.
"Nor I," he said sternly, "for it is false. I am Philip Drayton."
"What, what!" I cried, in much amazement. "And is Sir Michael your father?"
"Sir Michael is my father," he replied.
"And mine also," said I, very joyfully, with yet no thought of the terrible meaning of his presence. "I took but little from my name. Lay the falsehood on my clothes. Brother Philip, I am Philippa."
He seemed less pleased with the encounter than dismayed by my attire.
"My sister!" he said; "my sister in this guise!"
"Nay, trust me," I said merrily, "none knows me for a maid."
And then he seemed to remember something, and, laying both hands on my shoulders, he held me off from him so that the light of the fire fell upon my face.