If you don't wish to be at their mercy, you must do
your part.''
She nodded. He released her hand, opened the hall
door. He said:
``Forgive my little lecture. But I like you, and I
can't help having hope of you.'' He smiled charmingly,
his keen, inconstant eyes dimming. ``Perhaps I
hope because you're young and extremely lovely and I
am pitifully susceptible. You see, you'd better go.
Every man's a Ransdell at heart where pretty women
are concerned.''
She did not leave the building. She went to the
elevator and asked the boy where she could find Signor
Moldini. His office was the big room on the third floor
where voice candidates were usually tried out, three days
in the week. At the moment he was engaged. Mildred,
seated in the tiny anteroom, heard through the glass
door a girl singing, or trying to sing. It was a
distressing performance, and Mildred wondered that
Moldini could be so tolerant as to hear her through. He
came to the door with her, thanked her profusely, told
her he would let her know whenever there was an opening
``suited to your talents.
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