"What?" he asked sharply.
"I got a fiver that ain't workin'," she said again. "You can use it in your business if it's any good."
"My dear child," he said pleasantly, "you're very kind, but that's not what the matter is." He turned, dropped his arm on the railing, facing her: "What's your name?"
"Gloria Cameron."
"Come on," he said, good-humouredly, "what's your other name?"
"Anne."
"Anne, what?"
"O'Hara."
"Will you wait a minute?"
She nodded uncertainly.