"So I am. But——"
"There's often a 'but' in such cases, isn't there? I admit it wouldn't be a particularly agreeable position for a man who has—er—"
"Posed as a peer," Loveland finished for her, bitterly.
"You put the words into my mouth. I was going to say—you seemed so anxious to do something to help the others, and this is the only thing I can think of by which you could make money quickly and——"
Ed Binney's pale face and Lillie's wistful eyes seemed to float in the air before the unhappy Loveland. "Very well," he said, "I will be Mr. Cremer's chauffeur. I've taken his play. I'll take his money; I'll take his food; I'll live under his roof, and I'll serve him as well as I can. And I'll only ask you to believe one decent thing of me, Miss Dearmer: that it isn't for my own sake."
"It will be my food you eat," said Lesley, sweetly. "And my roof which will give you shelter."
Loveland drew in his breath hard, as they looked at each other. Yes, it would be her roof, and her food. That was the worse for him, because it made it more and more plain that Sidney Cremer must be very near and dear to her.
"It's quite settled, then?" she asked pleasantly.
"It's quite settled," he echoed. "For a fortnight."
There were no dimples at play in Lesley's cheeks; but one might almost have said that her eyes laughed.