“You are good to me,” she repeated. “You are good to me.”
“Does that mean you’ll come?”
“Oh, yes, I’d do anything to get away from this. You’ll never regret what you’ve done, Philip, never. When can I come, Philip?”
“You’d better come tomorrow.”
Suddenly she burst into tears again.
“What on earth are you crying for now?” he smiled.
“I’m so grateful to you. I don’t know how I can ever make it up to you?”