I think it would be hatefully cruel of you to spoil his life." Philippa's flashes of seriousness were only momentary.

She made a little grimace.

She was once more her natural, irresponsible self.
"You underrate my charm, Helen," she declared.

"I really believe that I could make his life instead of spoiling it." "And you would pay the price ?" Philippa, slim and elflike in the firelight, rose from her chair.

There was a momentary cruelty in her face.
"I sometimes think," she said calmly, "that I would pay any price in the world to make Henry understand how I feel.