"Well," said the hairdresser, "there's the Eagle in the City Road, for one; and there's the Surrey Gardens; and there's Rosherwich," he added, after a pause. (The Fisheries Exhibition, it may be said, was as yet unknown.)
"And you go there, often?"
"I've been to Rosherwich."
"Was it goot there—you laike it, eh?"
"Well," said Leander, "they tell me it's very gay in the season. P'rhaps I went at the wrong time of the year for it."
"What you call wrong time for it?"
"Slack—nothing going on," he explained; "like it was when I went last Saturday."
"You went last Saturday? And you stay a long time?"
"I didn't stay no longer than I could help," Leander said. "All our party was glad to get away."
The foreigner had risen to go, when his eyes fell on the Venus in the corner.