I dare say he didn't find it so difficult to get me better quarters and a servant, and decent food, but when they told me that I was free--well, it nearly knocked me silly." "The dear fellow!" Philippa murmured pensively.
"Do you remember him, either of you ?" Felstead continued.

"Rather good-looking he was, and a little shy, but quite a sportsman." "I--seem to remember," Philippa admitted.
"The name sounds familiar," Helen echoed.

"Do have some more chutney, Dick." "Thanks! What a pig I am making of myself!" he observed cheerfully.
"You girls will think I can't talk about any one but Maderstrom, but the whole business beats me so completely.

Of course, we were great pals, in a way, but I never thought that I was the apple of his eye, or anything of that sort.

How he got the influence, too, I can't imagine.