I've been away for nearly a fortnight, haven't I ?" "You have," Philippa assented.

"Perhaps that is the reason why I feel that I haven't very much to say to you." "That sounds just a trifle hard," he said slowly.
"I am hard sometimes," Philippa confessed.

"You know that quite well.
There are times when I just feel as though I had no heart at all, nor any sympathy; when every sensation I might have had seems shrivelled up inside me." "Is that how you are feeling at the present time towards me, Philippa ?" he asked.
Her needles flashed through the wool for a moment in silence.
"You had every warning," she told him.

"I tried to make you understand exactly how your behaviour disgusted me before you went away." "Yes, I remember," he admitted.

"I'm afraid, dear, you think I am a worthless sort of a fellow." Philippa had apparently dropped a stitch.