It is so seldom that I have a chance to talk to you alone like this." "It seems incredible that we have talked so long," Philippa said, glancing at the watch upon her wrist.

"I really feel now that I know all about you--your school days, your college days, and your soldiering.

You have been very frank, haven't you ?" "I have nothing to conceal--from you," he replied.

"If there is anything more you want to know--" "There is nothing," she interrupted uneasily.
"Perhaps you are wise," he reflected, "and yet some day, you know, you will have to hear it all, over and over again." "I will not be made love to in a restaurant," she declared firmly.
"You are so particular as to localities," he complained.

"You could not see your way clear, I suppose, to suggest what you would consider a suitable environment ?" Philippa looked at him for a moment very earnestly.
"Ah, don't let us play at things we neither of us feel!" she begged.
"And there is some one there who wants to speak to you." Lessingham looked up into the face of the man who had paused before their table, as one might look into the face of unexpected death.