"Honestly, I've never met anyone that was so congenial. But maybe you don't feel that way?"
"Then again maybe I do," rejoined she, forcing a merry smile.
His face flushed with embarrassment, but his eyes grew more ardent as he said: "What were you looking for, when I saw you in Garfield Place?"
"Was that Garfield Place?" she asked, in evasion.
"Yes." And he insisted, "What were you looking for?"
"What were you looking for?"
"For a pretty girl." They both laughed. "And I've found her. I'm suited if you are. . . . Don't look so serious. You haven't answered my question."
"I'm looking for work."
He smiled as if it were a joke. "You mean for a place on the stage.
That isn't work. You couldn't work. I can see that at a glance."
"Why not?"