"I'm going to start."
"You've really got a place?"
"Yes—begin on Monday."
"You don't look fit."
"Why don't I?"
She looked again out of the window instead of answering.
"And have you got lodgings in Sheffield?"
"Yes."
Again she looked away out of the window. The panes were blurred with streaming rain.
"And can you manage all right?" she asked.