This girl has been a secretary; she has been advertising for some similar post; any post, indeed." He took out the paper and pointed to the advertisement.

The Marquess took the paper, passing his hand over his eyes, as if he were dazed, and read the few lines which had cost Celia her last penny.
"Got it ?" asked Mr.Clendon.

"Well, now, I want you to write an answer to it, Talbot, and offer her a situation." Lord Sutcombe dropped into his chair, his head sunk in his hands.
"What kind of situation ?" he asked, looking up.

"Of course, I'll do it--I feel, confused.

Little wonder!--What kind of situation?
I suppose you have planned it all?
I am trying to follow you, to interest myself; but I can only think of _you_!" "Yes; I have formed some kind of plan," said Mr.Clendon, in his low, vibrant voice.