"Perhaps," said Loveland.
"If I knew a way in which you could help your actor friends to escape from here and go—wherever they want to go, would you take it, I wonder?" asked the girl.
"I don't wonder. I'm sure," Loveland answered, thinking of poor little Lillie, "Bill's gal," and Ed Binney.
"It's a way that would be very 'infra dig,'" Lesley hesitated.
Loveland laughed. "What is 'infra dig'? I've forgotten."
"Oh, if you have, I'll tell you the way at once, and perhaps that will bring it back to your memory. Would you care to take a position in somebody's house as—as—well, a paid position with an advance on your salary, by which you could send all your friends happily away?"
"I'd do it like a shot—if anyone would have me," Loveland said quickly.
"Someone will have you—shall we say, as secretary? Do you know typewriting or shorthand?"
Loveland reluctantly answered that he did not.
"Dear me! The secretaryship won't answer then, I'm afraid. Are you anything of a linguist?"