"Secretary? what's that? The notices that the water'll be cut off if it's not paid for, they're signed by a secretary; I always took him to be some kind of a bailiff."
Nora endeavoured to explain, but her explanation was not very lucid, and Miss Gibb was not extremely impressed.
"Is that the only kind of work you want?" she asked; "a secretary?"
"Indeed it isn't; I should be glad to do anything."
"Some people, when they say they'd be glad to do anything, mean nothing, which is about all they're good for; I know. How would you like to go out charing?"
"Charing? Well, I may be glad to have an opportunity of doing that."
"Yes, no doubt; I fancy I see you at it! you charing! My word! Strikes me you're the kind who'll find it difficult to get work of any sort."
"You're not very reassuring."
"Facts is facts."
"That's true enough; and it's no use blinking them. I fear you're right; I shall find it hard; anyhow while I'm looking for work it's clear that I can't continue to be your lodger. That's what I wanted to explain."