"I wish I could offer you another job like this," said he.
A sparkle leapt into her eyes.
"If you ever do see any chance of making any sort of use of me—I mean of letting me be useful—you will be sure to let me know, won't you?"
"Rather! But honestly, I'm not likely to have such a bit of luck as this again."
"What will you be doing?"
"Whatever I'm told to do; the sort of thing I was on before—odd jobs of the 'hush' type. But I wish I could think of you doing something more—well, more worthy of your gifts."
"One must take one's luck as it comes," she said with an outward air of philosophy, whatever her heart whispered.
"Exactly," he agreed with emphasis. "Still——"
He broke off, and pulled a pipe out of his pocket.
"I'll leave you to smoke," she said, "and say good-night now."