—“Because I’ve let you in,” sinking his voice and speaking once more calmly and deliberately, “for lots of unpleasantnesses which nobody could have—well, which I never anticipated—you do all in your power to pay me back!”
“All that—at dinner last night,” I said virtuously, “was nothing to do with me. You can’t say it was.”
“No, I admit it was Theo.... But it was all part and parcel of the same impossible situation. Impossible! It can’t go on like this.”
“So you said before! But this morning you said you were unable to release me?”
“So I am. Which means that there’s only one other thing to be done about it,” said my employer.
I waited, wondering what on earth this might be.
Utterly unexpected was his next remark:
“Don’t you think you could manage to be—friends with me?”
“Friends?” I repeated incredulously.