“What do you mean?”
“Why, you’ve got a snug place, and seem to be doing it up pretty brown. Are you living here all alone?”
“No. I have a friend, a female companion, who shares the expenses with me.”
“Ah, that’s all right. I suppose a personal friend?”
“Yes; we work together.”
“What at, if it’s not an impertinent question?”
The girl burst out in a merry mocking peal of laughter.
“I see—I understand, the same old game, I suppose,” remarked Peace.
She nodded.
“I might have guessed as much, ‘What’s bred in the bone,’ &c. You knew the old adage.”