“I am exceedingly sorry, Mr. Pratt,” she apologised, biting her lip.
“No consequence at all,” he assured her. “My fault entirely. By the bye, I hope you are quite comfortable. No complaints?”
“None whatever,” she conceded a little grudgingly.
“Water supply all right?”
“Quite.”
“And the lighting?”
“Excellent. In fact,” the girl went on bitterly, “the place is a perfect Paradise for paupers and people who have to earn their own living.”
“There is no need for you to do that,” he ventured.
She looked at him in most disconcerting fashion. All the pleasant lights which lurked sometimes in her blue eyes seemed transformed into a hard stare. Her eyebrows were drawn together in an ominous frown. Her chin was uplifted.