"Exactly. And it's the same now. I don't say I'd pick out a footman's job, but there's nothing the matter with the work. Everything depends on the other servants. My first two places nearly broke my heart: with the Alison crowd——"
He hesitated, and Valerie completed the sentence.
"Everything in the garden is lovely," she said slowly.
"Comparatively—yes. Of course, it's—it's only a back garden."
"Is it?"
Anthony nodded.
"Entered by the back door and approached by the back stairs. You can't get away from it."
"I can," said Valerie. "Speak for yourself. It's you who can't—won't get away from it. They say that in Russia there are noblemen sweeping the streets. If one of them was a friend of yours, would you turn him down because he carried a broom? Of course you wouldn't."
"No, but——"
"But what?"