He greeted her, and then took a seat, not by Philippa's side, but in one
of the pretty lounging chairs by the open window.
"How pleasant it is to be home again!" he said. "How pleasant, Philippa,
to see you!" And then he began to talk of Lady L'Estrange. "It seems
strange," he went on, "that your mother and mine, after being such true
friends in life, should die within a few days of each other. I would
give the whole world to see my mother again. I shall find Beechgrove so
lonely without her."
"I always recognize a good man," put in Lady Peters, "by the great love
he bears his mother."
Lord Arleigh smiled.
"Then you think I am a good man?" he interrogated. "I hope, Lady Peters,
that I shall never forfeit your good opinion."
"I do not think it likely," said her ladyship.
Philippa grew impatient on finding his attention turned, even for a few
moments, from herself.
"Talk to me, Norman," she said; "tell me of your travels--of what you
have seen and done--of the new friends you have made."
"I have made no new friends, Philippa," he said; "I love the old ones
best."
He did not understand the triumphant expression of the dark eyes as they
glanced at Lady Peters.
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