"And ride decently."
"Nor anyone who wants a riding master. Oh, but—now can you drive a motor-car?"
"Yes," said Loveland.
"Good. Do you understand the mechanism of cars?"
"Of two or three. As well as—or better than most chauffeurs, I think, if that isn't being conceited again."
"I'm not finding fault with you tonight for conceit. Would you take quite a temporary job as chauffeur, in—in a private family, with a sal—oh, I might as well say wages! of $25 a week and your board and lodging besides?"
"If I could get the first week in advance, I might send everybody to Chicago—with what we've got out of the stolen play," Loveland said.
"Never mind the stolen play. In Sidney Cremer's name, I forgive you all, now I know the circumstances. No more to be said about that."
"You must know him very well indeed, to speak for him so positively," broke in Loveland, gloomily.
"I do," said Lesley. "You can have the first week's wages in advance, and the second, too. The car's a Gloria."