"A yachtsman," corrected Philip.
"How delightful. I have not even seen the sea for ages. One has to work so hard nowadays to obtain recognition. I do not object to the work, for I love music, but the bread-and-butter aspect is disagreeable, and—and—you have learned to-night how even the small amount of publicity I have achieved brings with it the risk of insult."
"By the way," he said, quietly, striving not to add to the excitement under which she was certainly laboring, "one of those men is named Victor Grenier. You ought to know."
"Thank you. How did you ascertain it?"
"The cabman told me. He knew me."
"The cabman knew you?"
"Yes. I fly about town in hansoms. I am too lazy to walk."
He regretted the slip. He was known to the tribe of Jehus on account of his generosity to their charities; moreover, was not one of the order his horse-master?
The girl laughed, with a delightful merriment that relieved the tension.
"You acted like an indolent person," she cried. "Do you know, I felt that you would have banged the heads of those men together in another instant."