"Why poor?"
"He is terribly agitated to learn that we came to your rescue. He knows now that he really entertained an angel unaware, and his grief of soul is comical."
"Weeks isn't such a bad sort."
But her eyes showed a sudden flash of anger as she returned: "He deserves to be forced out of the service."
"That wouldn't do any good. His successor might be worse."
"Haven't you any resentment? I dislike placid people!"
"Plenty! If I get a crack at Alfarez—-"
"Now don't allow your mind to dwell on that," she cautioned. "I think he is riding to a fall, as it is. What do you want to do?"
"Anything. I'm going to hunt a job this afternoon."
"What sort?"