“You forget,” he reminded her, “that there will be a perfectly legitimate side to my profession. The other sort of case I shall only accept if I can see my way clear to make a success of it. Needless to say, I shall have to refuse the majority that are offered to me.”
She came a little nearer to him.
“In any case,” she said, with a little sigh, “you have given up that foolish, bourgeois life of yours?”
He looked down into her face, and his eyes were cold.
“Violet,” he said, “this is no time for misunderstandings. I should like you to know that apart from one young lady, who possesses my whole affection—”
“All of it?” she pleaded.
“All!” he declared emphatically. “She will doubtless be faithless to me—under the circumstances, I cannot blame her—but so far as I am concerned, I have no affection whatever for any one else.”
She crept back to her place.
“I could be so useful to you,” she murmured.
“You could and you shall, if you will be sensible,” he answered.