“What are you going to do?” she asked, eyeing him narrowly.
“I’ll make good your lost contract,” he said.
“Why?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t like to see an English girl——”
“Irish,” she corrected.
“I mean Irish,” he laughed. “I don’t like to see an Irish girl doing this kind of thing with a lot of horrible half-breeds. You’ve talent enough for London or Paris. What about Paris? I know any number of people there.”
“Could you get me a good engagement?” she asked eagerly.
He nodded.
“What’s your name, anyway?” she demanded.