I have met a great many Germans," Richard went on, "and I've killed a few, thank God!--but he is about as unlike the ordinary type as any one I ever met.
The only pity is that he ever served his time with them." Philippa had been listening attentively.

She was more than ever silent after her brother's little appreciation of his friend.

Richard glanced at her good-humouredly.
"You haven't killed the fatted calf for me in the shape of clothes, Philippa," he observed.

"One would think that you were going on a journey." She glanced down at her high-necked gown and avoided Helen's anxious eyes.
"I may go for a walk," she said, "and leave you two young people to talk secrets.

I am rather fond of the garden these moonlight nights." "When is Henry coming back ?" her brother enquired.
Philippa's manner was quiet but ominous.
"I have no idea," she confessed.