He shook his head, and laughed.
"No, Phil; I am never ill. You see, I am not exactly unhappy——"
"But Jack, you look so dismal."
"Yes, that is it; I am a little dismal. No. Phil—no. I am really unhappy, and you are the cause."
"I the cause? But, Jack, why?"
"I had a talk with your guardian, Lawrence Colquhoun, yesterday. It was all about you. And he wants me—not to come here so often, in fact. And I musn't come."
"But why not? What does Lawrence mean?"
"That is just what I cannot explain to you. You must try to forgive me."
"Forgive you, Jack?"
"You see, Phil, I have behaved badly from the beginning. I ought not to have called upon you as I did in Carnarvon Square; I ought not to have let you call me Jack, nor should I have called you Phil. It is altogether improper in the eyes of the world."