"I quite agree," he said. "And you don't know any one in the profession?" he asked her.
"I know Mr. Dawson Farley, and Miss Hunstan a little."
His manner changed altogether. "My dear young lady, what could be better? They are at the top of the profession." He closed the book as if he wanted time for reflection. "Our fee for appearance without salary is two guineas; with salary, ten per cent. I think you said Great College Street, Westminster—secluded and near the Abbey—very nice indeed," writing down the address. "You might call again, Miss Vincent, or you shall hear from us," and he closed the book.
Margaret turned quickly to the door, giving Miss Ramsey and Mr. Baker a little haughty nod between them.
"I don't think much of the young lady's manner," Mr. Baker said, after she had gone, "but her face ought to be a fortune. I wonder if she really knows Farley?"
Miss Ramsey got up and looked at herself in the fly-blown glass and at the dirty cards stuck in its frame. "Wish I were as young as that girl; I'm tired of playing in rubbish," she said.
"Why don't you ask Farley to give you something?"
"No good. I can't stand his patronizing ways."
"Make Murray write you a part."