“Well, Mr Dale, sir, I won’t deceive you, for from what I hear her face ain’t up to much; but she don’t make a pynte o’ faces, and I’m told as she’s real good for anything, from a Greek statoo to a hangel.”
“Well, I’ll see her. Where does she live?”
“Leather Lane way, sir.”
“Address?”
“Ah, that I don’t know, sir. I b’leeve it’s her father as does the business and takes the money.”
“He is her father?”
“Oh yes, sir, it’s all square. I’m told they’re very ’spectable people. Old man’s quite the seedy furren gent, and the gal orful stand-offish.”
“Tell him to come and bring his daughter. If I don’t like her, I’ll pay for one sitting and she can go—”
“Eight, sir; and speaking ’onest, sir, I do hope as she will turn out all right.”
“Thank you. There’s a crown for your trouble.”