"Your address?"
Her heart sank still lower as she saw written down the obscure and sordid street.
"Could you give me any social references?"
That finished her.
"No!" she said curtly.
"Oh! Can’t you?" said the nice voice, disappointed. "What about experience, then? What have you done?"
"You said experience was unnecessary."
"Yes, I know; but can’t you give me some sort of idea, you know—something about yourself?"
Angelica was obstinately silent.
"What made you come? What did you think your qualifications were?" the other asked, less pleasantly.