Aidee hesitated.
“Miss Champney——”
Hennion was sharp and angry in a moment.
“Mr. Aidee, the standards of my class are not supposed to be up to yours——”
“Why not? Class! I have no class!”
“I don't know why not. I don't seem to care just now. But not everyone even of my class would have cared to ask Miss Champney to oblige them this way.”
“Why not?”
“Because we have more scruples than we advertise. I beg your pardon.”
“The apology seems in place,” rumbled Mr. Champney, his voice vibrating thorough bass.
“I offer it to you, too, sir. The situation is forced on me.”