"My last was a Gloria."
"You mean—Lord Loveland's?"
"Oh, yes, I mean Lord Loveland's. Some men do make chauffeurs of their valets and vice versa. And you know, the real Loveland was hard up—or thought he was. I begin to see now, that he didn't know what being hard up meant."
"Even English peers can live and learn—while they're young, I suppose," said Lesley, meditatively. "But we were talking about you, weren't we? Do you accept the situation I offer you?"
"You offer?"
"Well, for my friend, Sidney Cremer. Sidney has just bought a new car, and sent it to us. I'm allowed to use it for awhile, as much as I like."
"He's coming, then?"
"We expect Sidney to be with us for some time—with my aunt and me."
"I'm hanged if I'll be his servant!" Val exclaimed, with something of his old vehemence.
"Oh! Very well, Mr. Gordon. I thought you were really in earnest, or I wouldn't have made the suggestion."