"Where in New York? I know the city so well."
"At the Ritz," said Angelica boldly.
She was quite desperate now. She was sure that Polly saw through her, and that it was only a matter of time before she was shamefully exposed.
"At the Ritz!" exclaimed Polly.
Their eyes met in a long and hostile look.
"Yes, at the Ritz," Angelica repeated.
"Why do you tell me that?" asked Polly quietly.
Angelica’s swarthy face grew scarlet.
"You needn’t think this was my idea!" she cried. "I don’t try to pass myself off as—some one different. She hired me, and I told her all about myself. My mother’s a janitress, and I worked in a factory!"
Polly’s face had flushed, too.