"He's kept me busy, I must say. I've never wanted work."
"Until now, I suppose?"
"To tell you the truth, sir, I'm at work for him still."
"For Sir Wilton Gleed?"
"Yes—odd jobs about the estate."
"Then my good fellow, what do you mean by offering yourself to me?"
"Mean?" exclaimed Ivey, his black determination leaping into flame. "I mean as I've made up my mind to give him the go-by for you. I'd have done that long ago if it hadn't been for mother; but better late than never. You've shown 'em the man you are, and now that's my turn. Look at what you've done with your own two hands—there'll be other two from to-morrow! You shan't work yourself right to death before my eyes. Why, your hair's white with it already!"
Carlton wheeled further from the lamp.
"Not white," he murmured.
"But that is, sir. When did you look in a glass?"