Miss Du Cane—Aggie Du Cane.
Jeyes.
Agnes Du Cane. She’s gone under. To Lily. Outside Buckley’s oyster-bar, wasn’t it?
Lily.
Not outside; in the parlour.
Jeyes.
To Farncombe. Lily had only lately come to the Pandora—a pale-faced slip of a thing. To Lily. Eighteen, weren’t you?
Lily.
Nodding. Eighteen.
Jeyes.