Marc snorted with helpless rage. "I was trying to cover you up!"
"Oh—," murmured Toffee with obvious disappointment.
"Joseph is one of the best valets in the business, but also one of the most moral," explained Marc. "I've had to be a regular saint to keep him, and now you—! He'll quit me like a flash."
"You'll be better off without him," said Toffee with conviction. "You see! I'm beginning to help you already."
Marc tossed a dressing gown to Toffee with instructions to put it on and wait for him in the sitting room. He dressed quickly and joined her there with deep misgivings as Toffee looked up brightly from the divan.
"This is a pretty swank apartment, Marc. You must be rich."
"Never mind that, we've got to do something about you," he said, seating himself beside her.
"I'm just loaded with suggestions," said Toffee archly.
"You're just loaded," growled Marc. "You can't stay here and I can't turn you loose in that get-up." He indicated her brief costume.
"You could buy me some clothes," suggested Toffee.