"Would I come!" she said, in a tone that said more than words.
"You would ?" he said, and laid an abrupt hand on her shoulder.

"You would, eh ?" She knelt up swiftly, the coat that enveloped her falling back, displaying the slim, boyish figure, the active, supple limbs.

Her breathing came through parted lips.
"As your--your servant--your valet ?" she panted.
His rough brows drew together.

"My what?
Good heavens, no! I could only take you in one capacity." She started back from his hand.

For a moment sheer horror looked out from her eyes.