"You've perfec' liberty to bring in who you like."
Mavis stared at her in astonishment.
"An' no questions asked, my dear."
Mavis wondered if the woman were in her right senses.
"I thought you'd jump at it," she went on. "I could see it when you saw the bed. The gentlemen like a nice clean bed."
Mavis understood; clutching her bag, she walked to the door.
"Not goin' to 'ave 'em?" screeched the landlady.
Mavis hurried on.
"Guinea a week and what extries you like. There!"
Mavis ran down the stairs.