"Marriage has not changed her as much as that," said Pryor, smiling. "But I warn you that it has changed her a good deal."
"For the better or for the worse?"
"For the better and for the worse. But wait and judge for yourself."
"Perhaps Cornelia will think me in the way, now that she has a husband to look after."
"Cornelia lose sleep over Harry? No, dear girl; don't worry on that score. And don't forget that she'll be glad to do me a favor as well as you. More than one tony customer has come to her shop at my instance. When I tell you that I brought Mrs. R. H. L. Jerome, the mother of the Duchess of Keswick, to her, you'll admit that I'm a crack barker."
"Mr. Pryor, you are my deus ex machina. I believe you are every one else's, too. It must be a hobby with you to help people out of difficulties."
"Quite the contrary. It's a hobby with me to get people into difficulties. The worst of it is, I rarely succeed. I rarely get anybody into difficulties except myself."
"Is that true?"
"Well, it's as true of me as it is of certain other people. Sensitive people. People like you, or Charlotte Beecher, or Robert Lloyd."
"Oh, Robert never gets himself into difficulties," said Janet, with a trace of bitterness. "He's too efficient, too perfect."