Again Tony nodded his head. "Yes," he said, "I think that's true. It makes me all the more sorry I can't go on helping her."
"Can't go on helping her!" repeated Guy. "What do you mean?"
"Well, she told me her history yesterday, and it's not at all the sort of thing a rising young politician ought to be mixed up with. She admitted as much herself. I am afraid the only thing to do is to get rid of her as quickly as we can."
Guy sat up indignantly. "I don't know what you are talking about," he said, "but I am quite sure you have misunderstood her in some way or other. Anyhow what you suggest is impossible. You can't pick up people and drop them again in this thoughtless and selfish fashion. What's the girl to do? You have chosen to make yourself responsible for her, and you must arrange to send her back to her people—or something."
"Unfortunately," said Tony, "there are difficulties in the way. Her father and mother are both dead, and her nearest relations are all out of work for the moment."
"Has she any profession?" asked Guy.
Tony nodded.
"Yes, she's a queen."
There was a short silence. "A what?" demanded Guy.
"A queen!" repeated Tony. "It's not a profession that I altogether approve of for women, but she had been brought up to it, and——"