Only, if your ladyship could recommend me any custom; I mend shoes as cheap as e'er a cobbler in London, though I say it.
LADY AMARANTHE.
I shall certainly desire that all my people employ you whenever there is occasion.
Re-enter Justine, holding a purse in her hand.
DICK—(bowing.)
Much obliged, my lady; I hopes to give satisfaction, but (looking with admiration at Lady Amaranthe's foot as it rests on the footstool) such a pretty, little, delicate, beautiful foot as yon, I never fitted in all my born days. It can't cost your ladyship much in shoe leather, I guess?
LADY AMARANTHE—(smiling complacently.)
Rather more than you would imagine, I fancy, my good friend.
JUSTINE.