"But you miss a good deal," said Stylites—"yes, a very great deal. Tell me, for instance, how you employed your time before you entered Mrs. Warren's establishment."
"I did machine-work, sir."
"I guessed as much—or perhaps Coppenger told me. Machine-work—attic work?—Shop?"
"Yus, sir—in Cheapside, sir—a workshop for cheap clothing, sir."
"Did you like it?"
"No, sir."
"I should think not. Let me look at your hand."
He took one of Connie's hands and examined it carefully.
"Little, tapering fingers," he said, "spoiled by work. They could be made very white, very soft and beautiful. Have you ever considered what a truly fascinating thing a girl's hand is?"
Connie shook her head.