"Not too well," she admitted. "He looks a little strained and keyed up.
Have you been bullying him, Philip?"
"Not more than usual"--grimly. "I've told him I'll pay no more debts for
him. And a good thing, too! I fancy he's been keeping within his allowance
since I put my foot down. Anyhow, he hasn't come to me again, begging for
money." He paused and shot a swift glance of inquiry at her, obviously
seeking her approval, but Lady Susan preserved a strictly non-committal
silence. She thought Tony exhibited decided symptoms of nervous strain. His
eyes were restless, and his mouth wore a dissatisfied, thwarted expression.
"It's love," pursued Sir Philip, as she made no response. "That's what's
the matter with the boy. He doesn't know; whether he's on his head or his
heels."
"Love?"
"Yes. He's in love with that slip of a Doreen Neville. And because I
brought him back to Audley Square instead of careering all over Europe
after her and her mother he's as sulky as a young bear."
"Doreen Neville?" Lady Susan felt that her replies were hopelessly
inadequate, but she was too genuinely taken aback by the news to think of
anything to say.
"I said so, didn't I?"--crustily.
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