"There wouldn't be a chance for me," said she.

"They wouldn't have me." "Oh, I understand," said he and he fancied he did.

He laughed gayly at the idea that in the theater anyone would care who she was--what kind of past she had had--or present either, for that matter.

Said he, "You needn't worry.

On the stage they don't ask any questions--any questions except 'Can you act?
Can you get it over?
Can you get the hand ?'" Then this stage, it was the world she had dreamed of--the world where there lived a wholly new kind of people--people who could make room for her.