I told you it was Pax,' said Philip.

'Tell me what you think it is.' 'I don't mean that sort of grandish standoffish Pax, but real Pax.

Oh, don't be so horrid, Philip.

I'm dying to tell you--but I won't if you go on being like you are.' '_I'm_ all right,' said Philip; 'out with it.' 'No.

You've got to say it's Pax, and I will stand by you till we get out of this, and I'll always act like a noble friend to you, and I'll try my best to like you.