CHAPTER XVII
IN WHICH WE ARE TAKEN TO VIEW A LITTLE FLAT IN KNIGHTSBRIDGE
Mr. Philip felt rather limp after the state visit.
"How happy I should be if I were not the son of my father!" was the somewhat unfilial tenor of his thoughts.
Still, he mustered the courage to take Mary out to lunch, but he didn't refer to the recent interview with the Proconsul.
"When is your time up at the Lane, old girl?" inquired the vain young man.
"Quite soon now, Phil-ipp."
"And then what are you doin'?"
"I am going to take Gran'ma to Brighton for a fortnight, and then I'm going to tour the provinces as Lady Agatha in Kind Hearts and Coronets, until Mr. Wingrove's new play is put into rehearsal at the Millennium."
Mr. Philip had ordered half a bottle of Number 68, it is rather important to mention, although it had gone up half-a-crown in spite of the fact that some people think it is quite expensive enough already.
