Louie laughed again. "Good gracious, what kindnesses?"
"Ah, you once shielded an individual very dear to me and took the blame upon yourself, Miss Causton——" His tone was reverential, his eyes did her homage. Louie had forgotten all about the box-room rebellion and Mrs. Lovenant-Smith. She laughed once more.
"Well, just as you like. But no pay, no coaching, that's all."
Weston sighed. No doubt his acquiescence cost him a pang. If he took money for giving lessons, lessons he must give, and the talk about Richenda must go.
"Do you dwell on the point with insistence?" he asked.
"Very much."
"I am far from denying that it would be of some assistance in the furnishing of our future nest, if I may use the expression——"
"Of course it would. So that's agreed?"
"So be it," said Weston.
Louie half expected him to add: "Amen."