"
"I forgot that you enjoyed that sort of thing."
"Once more, don't be a cat," Philippa enjoined. "If you want me to
confess it, I will own up at once. You know what a simple little
thing I am. I admire Mr. Lessingham exceedingly, and I find him a
most interesting companion."
"You mean," her friend observed drily "the Baron Maderstrom."
Philippa looked around and frowned.
"You are most indiscreet, Helen," she declared. "I have learnt
something of the science of espionage lately, and I can assure you
that all spoken or written words are dangerous. There is a
thoroughly British squirrel in that tree overhead, and I am sure
he heard."
"I suppose the sunshine has got into your head," Helen groaned.
"If you mean that I am finding it a relief to talk nonsense, you are
right," Philippa assented. "As a matter of fact, I am feeling most
depressed. Henry telephoned from somewhere or other before breakfast
this morning, to say that he should probably be home to-night or
to-morrow. They must have landed somewhere down the coast."
"You are a most undutiful wife," Helen pronounced severely. "I am
sure Henry is a delightful person, even if he is a little
irresponsible, and it is almost pathetic to remember how much you
were in love with him, a year or two ago."
Some of the lightness vanished from Philippa's face.
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