I couldn't help laughing. "Your present business, I believe," said I, "is that of a chauffeur."
"With extra duty as watch-dog."
"I can't bear to have you see me in the ridiculous get-up Lady Turnour is making me wear, that's the selfish part of my reason—and—and it will be so horrid for you, in every way."
"I'm callous to anything they can do now, except one thing."
"What?"
"If you don't know already, I mean where you're concerned."
"You're very kind to me."
"Kind? Yes, I am very 'kind.' A man has to be abnormally 'kind' to want to look after a girl like you."
"How bitterly you speak!" I exclaimed, hardly understanding him.
"I feel bitter sometimes. Do you wonder? But for heaven's sake, don't let's talk of me. Let's talk of something pleasant. Would you care to do a little sight-seeing in Clermont-Ferrand, if your shopping doesn't take us too long?"