Please--Philip!" "Ask him to come here!" said Philip, peremptorily.

"I want to talk to him and Elizabeth." Mrs.Gaddesden protested in vain.

The mother and daughter looked at each other with flushed faces, holding a kind of mute dialogue.

Then Elizabeth rose from her seat by the fire.
"I will call Mr.Anderson, Philip.

But if we convince you that what you ask is quite impossible, will you promise to go quietly to bed and try to sleep?
It breaks mother's heart, you know, to see you straining yourself like this." Philip nodded--a crimson spot in each cheek, his frail hands twining and untwining as he tried to compose himself.
Elizabeth went half-way down the stairs and called.