Janet. The room’s locked up.
Jawbones. There’s one at 118, High Street. Shall I go, miss?
Phoebe. No, thanks. I’ll go myself. Oh, what about the band?
Janet. Lady Mogton says she’d like it. If it isn’t too tired.
Ginger. It’s at Sell’s Coffee-’ouse in Piggott Street. I ’eard them practising.
Phoebe. Good. I shan’t be more than a few minutes.
St. Herbert. I’ll come with you, if I may? I’ve got some news that may be of use to you.
Phoebe. Do. (To Ginger.) Stop here, I may want you.
(Phoebe and St. Herbert go out.)
Janet. How was Mrs. Chilvers seeming this afternoon?