Fanny Brocklebank came to him the next morning in the library, where he had hidden himself. She was agitated.

"Put that book down," she said. "I want to talk to you."

Straker obeyed.

"Jimmy—I\'m fond of Philippa. I am, really."

"Well—what\'s up?"

"Philippa\'s making a fool of herself and she doesn\'t know it."

"Trust Philippa!"

"To know it?"

"To make a fool of anybody on earth—except herself."

"This is different. It\'s Larry Furnival."

"It is. And did you ever see such a spectacle of folly?"

"He doesn\'t understand her. That\'s where the folly comes in."

"He\'s not alone in it."

But Fanny was past the consolations of his cynicism. Her face, not formed for gravity, was grave.

"He\'s got an idea in his head. An awful one. I\'m convinced he thinks she isn\'t proper." [Pg 128]

"Oh, I say!"

"Well, really—considering that he doesn\'t know her—I can\'t altogether blame him. I told her so straight out."

"What did she say?"

"She said how funny it will be when he finds out how proper she is."

"So it will, won\'t it?"

Fanny considered the point.

"It\'s not half as funny as she thinks it. And, funniness and all, she didn\'t like it."

"You can hardly expect her to," said Straker.

"Of course," said Fanny, musing, "there\'s a sort of innocence about him, or else he couldn\'t think it."

Straker admitted that, as far as Philippa went, that might be said of him.

"That\'s why I hate somehow to see him made a fool of. It doesn\'t seem fair play, you know. It\'s taking advantage of his innocence."

Straker had to laugh, for really, Furny\'s innocence!

"He always was," Fanny meditated aloud, "a fool about women."

"Oh, well, then," said Straker cheerfully. "She can\'t make him——"

"She can. She does. She draws out all the folly in him. I\'m fond of Philippa——"

That meant that Fanny was blaming Philippa as much as she could blame anybody. Immorality she understood, and could excuse; for immorality there was always some provocation; what she couldn\'t stand was the unfairness of Philippa\'s proceeding, the inequality in the game.

"I\'m very fond of her, but—she\'s bad for him, Jimmy. She\'s worse, far worse, than Nora, poor dear."

"I shouldn\'t worry about him if I were you." [Pg 129]

"I do worry. You see, you can\'t help liking him. There\'s something about Furny—I don\'t know what it is, unless it\'s the turn of his nose——"<............