She ought to have been relieved. But she was not certain whether
relief was her most prominent emotion. The girl did not quite know
what to make of herself, and the man was not giving her much time for
reflection.
"The little I did was done on the spur of the moment," she said. "I
don't deserve any credit."
"Well, I may be inclined to think different when it comes to settling
up. That depends on several things. We'll come to 'em by and by.
You're English, ain't you?"
"Yes."
"H-m! You look as if you ought to have titles running in your family.
Have you got any?"
Win fancied that this must be her employer's idea of a joke, but his
face was grave, and even curiously eager. "Not one," she answered,
smiling.
"No connections with titles?"
"Why, yes, we have some cousins afflicted in that way," she lightly
admitted, beginning to be faintly amused as well as puzzled. "Almost
every one has, in our country, I suppose."
"What sort of title is it?"
"Oh, my father's second cousin happens to be an earl."
"An earl, is he? That stands pretty high, I guess, on your side. Any
chance of your father inheriting?"
This time Win allowed herself the luxury of a laugh.
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