She put out a hand, and it rested on Philip's shoulder.

Her eyes turned directly to him, and he alone saw the swift ebbing of the joyous light from them.
John Adare's voice rumbled happily, and with his grizzled face bowed in Josephine's hair he said: "I guess I'm not sorry--but glad, Mignonne." He looked at Philip again.
"Paul, my son, you are welcome to Adare House!" "Philip, Mon Pere," corrected Josephine.

"I like that better than Paul." "And you ?" said Philip, smiling straight into Adare's eyes.

"I am almost afraid to keep my promise to Josephine.

It was that I should call you mon pere, too." "There was one other promise, Philip," replied Adare quickly.