"Yes, you said so.

How strange! Why, Mr.Clendon," she broke off, turning upon him, with a flush of gratitude, "I see now, I see now! It was _you_ who got me the place here.

And I never guessed it! Oh, how good you have been to me! And you hid it." Her hand pressed his.
The old man frowned slightly.

"You have caught me, my dear," he said.
"It was a great pleasure to me to be of assistance to you.

But we have other things to think of," he added, as they passed up the steps into the hall.
The butler met them, suppressing the astonishment he felt at sight of the poorly-dressed old man in Miss Grant's company, suppressing it not only from the instincts of a well-trained servant, but because he knew, at a glance, that shabby as the bent figure was, the stranger was a gentleman.
"My name is Clendon," said Mr.Clendon.