“Genevieve, listen,” he says, showing me as much patience as he did Harry. “I’m no rake. I am interested in your welfare because I wish to offer you employment. The kind of employment that would change your life.” “What are you talking about?” I sputter. “I should work for you?” “Correct. I was intending to build up to this proposal over a series of social engagements — the Art Society, the opera — but your nocturnal escapade has rather forced the issue.”
