This could not be done so easily.

Thirteenth Street was a number of blocks off, but she went back, carrying the precious paper and regretting the waste of time.
Hurstwood was already there, sitting in his place.
"Where were you ?" he asked.
"I've been trying to find some dramatic agents." He felt a little diffident about asking concerning her success.

The paper she began to scan attracted his attention.
"What have you got there ?" he asked.
"The 'Clipper.' The man said I'd find their addresses in here." "Have you been all the way over to Broadway to find that out?
I could have told you." "Why didn't you ?" she asked, without looking up.
"You never asked me," he returned.
She went hunting aimlessly through the crowded columns.

Her mind was distracted by this man's indifference.

The difficulty of the situation she was facing was only added to by all he did.