But then, beggars may not always be choosers, you know.

I am no bright, scintillating 'star'; I am not even a mining engineer possessing a bank account in Denver; I am merely an unknown professional actress, temporarily stranded, and the good angel of the Gayety offers me twenty dollars a week.

That is my answer." The young man flushed to the roots of his fair hair, his teeth meeting firmly.
"There is no 'good angel' of the Gayety--the very atmosphere of that place would soil an angel's wing," he exclaimed hotly.

"Besides, you are not driven by necessity to any such choice.

There is another way out.