“I am twenty-one in years, but I feel quite old,” she said, quietly. “I am going to London to make my fortune—or to fail.”
“You have resolution enough to succeed, but a woman has many difficulties to encounter. And you aren’t of the calibre to be a governess.”
“Never.” She shuddered a little. “I possess no certificates.”
“Had you a dozen, your face and air would debar you,” he said, with quiet courtesy. “May one ask which of the professions you are wishing to enter? I know a great many people, and perhaps you may allow me the pleasure of being of some service to you.”
“I thank you very much, but I am thinking of the stage.”
He started, and looked at her for a moment or two, at which she laughed, and drew farther into her corner.
“Your offer of introduction had better be withdrawn. You did not expect to hear that.”
“You are right. I did not expect to hear that,” he repeated.
“You think that it is a pity I have chosen this—career?”
“It is fraught with many dangers, particularly for one gently born and brought up with luxury.”