I know I haven't any right to ask it, but—were you engaged to Cremer when we crossed together on the Mauretania?
"Cremer must be very rich," grumbled Loveland, apparently apropos of nothing.
"I don't quite see how, if you're not tired of Cremer," said Loveland.
You'll have to give me up as a bad job, and chuck me into gaol for the theft of Cremer's play.
The student turns, therefore, with eagerness to such a book as that of Professor Cremer.
