"For excellent reasons."
"Because I am a valet?"
"Because you choose to forget your position," said Nell, sharply.
Pete sighed mournfully.
"Everywhere it's the same," he said. "They all draw the line. It'll haunt me even when I'm a bishop. Did you know I was going to be a bishop? I am. But, of course, being once a valet will have its advantages as well as its drawbacks. I'll be able to clean and press my own robes. I'll be a neat bishop if I'm nothing else. If there's one thing I dislike it's a dowdy bishop. You just run over all your bishop friends and you'll appreciate what I mean."
"Stop talking!"
"I don't believe you mean that, Miss Wayne. I believe that you have a secret liking for my conversation. Most people have. You see, it's like this: when I was a young boy——"
Nell sat up abruptly and looked about her.
"Where are you taking me to?" she demanded.
"I thought I'd drop you at the Ritz. That's where you live, isn't it? You have the Ritz manner."