And now he sat, cup suspended, saucer held meekly against his chest, gazing out at the pelting snow-flakes.
"Boots, dear," said Nina, who adored him, "tell me what to do.

Tell me what has gone amiss between my brother and Eileen.

Something has.

And whatever it is, it began last autumn--that day when--you remember the incident ?" Boots nodded.
"Well, it seemed to upset everybody, somehow.

Philip left the next day; do you remember?
And Eileen has never been quite the same.