There was mockery and a new pleasure in the man's voice now. He was open to revelation in regard to Quinton characteristics, and he sensed an original type before him.
"You to tell me in this brutally frank manner that you want money! You with that face!"
A flush tinged the bronze of Janet's cheeks again.
"Yes: I want money!" she said defiantly. "Some get it by waiting on table. Some feed you and wash for you. I cannot do those things, I just cannot!"
"Heaven forbid!"
"But there must be some way?"
The frank, almost boyish tone disarmed the listener. His smile fled and when he spoke the mockery had departed. His better nature rose to meet the blind need in the girl's desire, and his artistic sense guided him to a possible path.
"I wish you would give me some name to call you by," he said. "You have mentioned Cap'n Daddy, am I to understand that your name is—is—"
"My Captain's name is Morgan: I'm Janet."
"Thank you, Miss Janet. I haven't a card, but Mr. Richard Thornly presents his compliments."