“You are a brick, Philip. You’re the best fellow I’ve ever known. Won’t you be angry with me afterwards?”
He shook his head, smiling, but with what agony in his heart!
“May I go and tell Harry now? And can I say to him that you don’t mind? He won’t consent unless you promise it doesn’t matter. Oh, you don’t know how I love him! And afterwards I’ll do anything you like. I’ll come over to Paris with you or anywhere on Monday.”
She got up and put on her hat.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to ask him if he’ll take me.”
“Already?”
“D’you want me to stay? I’ll stay if you like.”
She sat down, but he gave a little laugh.
“No, it doesn’t matter, you’d better go at once. There’s only one thing: I can’t bear to see Griffiths just now, it would hurt me too awfully. Say I have no ill-feeling towards him or anything like that, but ask him to keep out of my way.”