"Something unobtrusive," the manager said. "Nothing to obscure the view."
"I see," Toffee said. "The old gaffer has an eye out?"
"Both eyes. And so far out you could tick them off with a match."
"Something of a rounder, eh?"
"Everything of a rounder."
"Sounds almost too easy," Toffee mused.
"Here, now," Marc broke in. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing," Toffee said with great innocence. "A girl likes to make a good impression on persons of importance." She pointed to the model across the room who was displaying, besides quite a lot of epidermis, a dress made of a vaporish material which had been cut with an extremely frugal hand—almost grudging. "That dress—could I have that one?"
"Oh, that's a dinger, isn't it?" the manager said approvingly. "You might say it was practically made for Congressman Bloodsop." He brought the model over with a nod of the head.
"Madam wishes to see the dress?" the girl asked.