"I don't mind. If I hadn't had them, I wouldn't have come here and I wouldn't have found you."
"So after all, I ought to be glad they did fire you out," she said gently.
"But aren't you curious to know why they did?"
"I am, if you want to tell me, but even if it was bad, I don't care what you did, Peter."
He took her fingers to his lips.
"It wasn't so very bad after all, Beth. It wasn't so much what I did as what my—er—my family had done that made them angry."
"Well, you weren't responsible for what your kin-folks did."
Peter laughed softly.
"They seemed to think so. My—er—my kin-folks were mixed up in politics in Russia and one of my cousins had a pretty big job—too big a job for him and that's the truth." A cloud passed for a moment over Peter's face and he looked away.
"But what did his job have to do with you?" she asked.