“Come out o’ that! It’s not the first time I’ve leathered a man, and it won’t be the last. This ’ere’s a theater, my theater. It ain’t a doss house. Come out o’ that.”
“It’s me,” said Matilda.
“Gorm, it’s a woman!”
“It’s me, uncle.”
“Eh?”
“It’s me, Matilda Burn.”
“What? Jenny’s girl?”
“Yes, uncle.”
“Well, I never! Who’s your fancy?”
“It’s Mr. Mole.”