She hesitated for a moment, then subsided once more unwillingly into the chair.
"Don't know as I want to stay up here gossiping," she remarked. "You'd much better be getting on with your work. Give me one of those cigarettes, anyway," she added abruptly.
"Do you live in the building?" he enquired, as he obeyed her behest.
"Two flats below with pop," she replied. "He's a bad actor, very seldom in work, and he drinks. There are just the two of us. Now you know as much as is good for you. You're English, ain't you?"
"I am," Philip admitted.
"Just out, too, by the way you talk."
"I have been living in Jamaica," he told her, "for many years—clerk in an office there."
"Better have stayed where you were, I should think, if you've come here hoping to make a living by that sort of stuff."
"Perhaps you're right," he agreed, "but you see I am here—been here a week or two, in fact."
"Done much visiting around?" she enquired.