‘Where do you live?’
‘Anywhere.’
‘How old are you?’
‘Lord knows. Twenty or thereabouts. Are you going to keep on questioning all the blessed night? I want something to drink.’
The girl who stood bent over the sitting girl and placed something in her hand. She uttered a suppressed cry.
‘Gold! Why, you’ve given me a sovereign! What for?’
‘I have only another, or I would give you more. I am sorry for you. Good night!’
‘Stop! don’t go. Let me have another look at you.’
‘Well?’
‘What a fool I was! Why you’re a lady!’