Jack called, and they took luncheon together as before. Phillis, brighter and happier, told him what things she had seen and what remarks she had made since last they met, a week ago. Then she told him of the things she most wished to see.
"Jack," she said, "I want to see the Tower of London and Westminster Abbey most."
"And then, Phil?"
"Then I should like to see a play."
"Would Mr. Jagenal allow me to take you to the Tower of London? Now, Phil—this afternoon?"
Phillis's worldly education was as yet so incomplete that she clapped her hands with delight.
"Shall we go now, Jack? How delightful! Of course Mr. Jagenal will allow me. I will be five minutes putting on my hat."
"Now, that's wrong too," said Jack to himself. "It is as wrong as calling her Phil. It's worse than wanting to kiss her, because the kiss never came off. I can't help it—it's pleasant. What will Colquhoun say when he comes home? Phil is sure to tell him everything. Jack Dunquerque, my boy, there will be a day of reckoning for you. Already, Phil? By Jove! how nice you look!"
"Do I, Jack? Do you like my hat? I bought it with Mrs. Cassilis the other day."
"Look at yourself in the glass, Phil. What do you see?"