"You are making a ridiculous mistake about Mr.Lessingham." He laughed unpleasantly.
"No need for us to fence," he said.

"You and I know who he is.

What I do want to know, what I have been wondering all the way from the point there--four miles of hard galloping and one question--why are you his friend?
What is he to you ?" "Really, Captain Griffiths," she protested, looking up at him, "of what possible interest can that be to you ?" "Well, it is, anyhow," he answered gruffly.

"Anything that concerns you is of interest to me." Philippa realised at that moment, perhaps for the first time, what it all meant.

She realised the significance of those apparently purposeless afternoon calls, when through sheer boredom she had had to send for Helen to help her out; the significance of those long silences, the melancholy eyes which seemed to follow her movements.