She raised her eyebrows at his entrance.
"These are my apartments," she reminded him.
"Don't be a little fool," he exclaimed impatiently.
Philippa deliberately buttered herself a piece of toast, picked up her book, and became at once immersed in it.
"You don't wish to talk to me, then ?" he demanded.
"I do not," she agreed.

"You have had all the opportunities which any man should need, of explaining certain matters to me.

My curiosity in them has ended; also my interest--in you.

You say you are going to London.

Very well.