"Then—how old are you?"
"Twenty."
"Ah! Parents living?"
David nodded.
"And in rather humble circumstances, perhaps?"
This time David glanced at him keenly, queerly, for an instant—opened his lips and shut them again and ended with a mere jerk of a nod.
"How about schooling, David? You've been through high school?"
"Er—yes."
"And have you a profession?" Anthony pursued.
"No, I haven't any profession?" the boy muttered.