“No, it's nothing to you,” whimpered Kate, from behind both hands.
“I've no right——”
“Of course not; you've no right,” said Kate, and she stole a look sideways.
“Only——”
Philip did not see the glance that came from the corner of Kate's eye.
“When a girl forgets a manly fellow, who happens to be abroad, for the first rascal that comes along with his dirty lands—”
Down went the hands with an impatient fling. “What are his lands to me?”
“Then it's my duty as a friend——”
“Duty indeed! Just what every old busybody says.”
Philip gripped her wrist. “Listen to me. If you don't send this man packing——”