"
"What reason could there possibly be," she demanded, "which you
could not confide in me?"
He was silent for a moment. When he spoke again there was a new
earnestness in his tone.
"Philippa," he said, "I have been working for some time at a little
scheme which isn't ripe to talk about yet, not even to you, but
which may lead to something which I hope will alter your opinion.
You couldn't see your way clear to trust me a little longer, could
you?" he begged, with rather a plaintive gleam in his blue eyes.
"It would make it so much easier for me to say no more but just
have you sit tight."
"I wonder," she answered coldly, "if you realise how much I have
suffered, sitting tight, as you call it, and waiting for you to
do something!"
"My fishing excursions," he went on desperately, "have not been
altogether a matter of sport."
"I know that quite well," she replied. "You have been making that
chart you promised your miserable fishermen. None of those things
interest me, Henry. I fear--I am very much inclined to say that
none of your doings interest me. Least of all," she went on, her
voice quivering with passion, "do I appreciate in the least these
mysterious appeals for my patience. I have some common sense,
Henry."
"You're a suspicious little beast," he told her.
"Suspicious!" she scoffed.
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