“Why you interfered in my affairs last night?”
“Do you complain?” I asked.
“No,” he admitted reluctantly, “but I don’t understand your object.”
“My object was to serve you then,” I rejoined quietly, “and later.”
“What do you mean by ‘later’?”
“To-day,” I replied, “to-morrow; whenever your present position becomes absolutely unendurable.”
“It is that now,” he said with a savage oath.
“I thought as much,” was my curt comment.
“And do you mean to assert,” he went on more earnestly, “that you can find a way out of it?”
“If you desire it—yes!” I said.