"
"Care of myself," he laughed. "Why, for whom? Life is not exactly a
playground, is it?"
"You are not making the best of it!"
"The best! Do you want to mock me?"
"It is you," she whispered, "who stand before a looking-glass, and mock
yourself. Philip, be a man. Your life is one long repression. Break
through just once! Won't you?"
He sighed. "Would you have me a hypocrite, Catherine?"
She shook her head. Suddenly she looked up at him.
"Philip, will you promise me this? If ever your impulse should come--if
you should feel the desire to speak, to act once more as a man from
your heart--you will not stifle it. Promise me that." He looked at her
with a faint, tired smile. "Yes, I promise," he answered.
CHAPTER V
LADY SYBIL LENDS A HAND
Brooks glanced at the card which was brought in to him, at first
carelessly enough, afterwards with mingled surprise and pleasure.
"Here is some one," he said to Mary Scott, "whom I should like you to
meet. Show the young lady in," he directed.
Some instinct seemed to tell her the truth.
"Who is it?" she asked quickly.
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