in the opinion of Philip, however, was almost a merit. It was likely to be much sought after, said the house-*agent; any delay in taking it might be fatal. They could only be allowed a week in which to make up their minds.
Yes, the flat was charming, they agreed, as they walked up Piccadilly. And only a week in which to make up their minds! Still, that was rather providential, if you looked at it from Philip's point of view.
"Wasn't it, Polly?"
"Why do you think so, Phil-ipp?"
"We've got to make up our minds at once, haven't we?"
"I've made up my mind already, Phil-ipp. It is the very place for you; so much moderner and pleasanter and lighter than your chambers."
"Yes, old girl, but I shouldn't think of it for a moment without you."
"Why not, Phil-ipp?"
"Oh, I shouldn't."
A bald reason, perchance, but a manly conviction had given it currency.
"But that's absurd, Phil-ipp. Why should a mere chorus girl—?"
"Look here, Polly," said the fierce young man, "you mustn't suppose I'm going to be chipped by you. If I take that flat, you've got to come and live in it; and,
