"If any one has earned a holiday," she said, quietly, "you have. There is some cake on the table there."
"Thanks. Well, it was hard work at first. How we stuck at it down at Stepney, didn't we? Six in the morning till twelve at night. And then how we rushed ahead. It seems to me that we have been doing nothing but open branches lately."
"I wonder," she said, "that you have stood it so well. Why don't you go away altogether for a time? You have such splendid helpers now.
"Oh, I'm enjoying myself," he answered, lightly, "and I don't care to be out of touch with it all."
"You enjoy contrasts," she remarked. "I saw your name in the paper this morning as one of Lady Caroom's guests last night."
He nodded.
"Yes, Lady Caroom has been awfully good to me, and I seem to have got to know a lot of pleasant people in an incredulously short time."
"You are a curious mixture," she said, looking at him thoughtfully.
"Of what?" he asked, passing his cup for some more tea.
"Of wonderful self-devotion," she answered, "and a genuine and natural love of enjoyment. After all, you are only a boy."