Judge if they're anxious, when it's to stop them from seeing you, Philip!' 'Good-night, dear boy.' Philip checked the departing Patrick.

'You can leave that.' He made a sign for the miniature to be left on the table.
Patrick laid it there.

His brother had not touched it, and he could have defended himself for having forgotten to leave it, on the plea that it might prevent his brother from having his proper share of sleep; and also, that Philip had no great pleasure in the possession of it.

The two pleas, however, did not make one harmonious apology, and he went straight to the door in an odd silence, with the step of a decorous office-clerk, keeping his shoulders turned on Philip to conceal his look of destitution..