“Needn't go far,” said Minikin.
“She'd find 'im out and follow 'im,” said Jarman. “She can look after herself, mind you. Don't you go doing 'er any injustice.”
“He could change his name,” suggested Minikin.
“'Ow could 'e get a crib?” asked Jarman; “no character, no references.”
“I've got it,” cried Jarman, starting up; “the stage!”
“Can he act?” asked Minikin.
“Can do anything,” retorted my supporter, “that don't want too much sense. That's 'is sanctuary, the stage. No questions asked, no character wanted. Lord! why didn't I think of it before?”
“Wants a bit of getting on to, doesn't it?” suggested Minikin.
“Depends upon where you want to get,” replied Jarman. For the first time since the commencement of the discussion he turned to me. “Can you sing?” he asked me.
I replied that I could a little, though I had never done so in public.