"Yes, you know."
"Haven't you seen her?"
"Why, she was in here asking for you. She's been waiting outside Kentish Town Station."
"That's Mrs. Brains all over. Ta-ta!"
Jenny dashed off to Kentish Town, where she caught Irene on the verge of departure. Most of the way to the Orient they argued which was right.
When they reached the famous theater of varieties, Irene said she was afraid to go in.
"Who cares?" said Jenny. "If they don't want us, they won't eat us, any way."
Monsieur Corontin, the Maître de Ballet, interviewed them in his little room that was hidden away at the end of one of the innumerable passages. He looked at Jenny curiously.
"Dance, please, miss."