Oh, he's a guinea.
YOUNG LADY.
That's a bore.
MISS MOON.
Ah, but consider, madam--his rooms are draped from ceiling to floor in
blue velvet. Blue velvet! fancy! Not that I've had the privilege of
viewing them myself; Miss F. is our authority.
YOUNG LADY.
Miss F.?
MISS MOON.
I beg your pardon--Miss Fullgarney. Valma is quite neighbourly with Miss
Fullgarney.
[_A door-gong sounds--as it does every time any one enters or quits the
establishment--signifying that the first gentleman has departed._
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
[_Rising._] Much obliged. [_Putting a tip into_ MISS HUDDLE'S _hand_.]
For yourself.
MISS HUDDLE.
Much obliged to _you_.
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
You're a fresh face here?
MISS HUDDLE.
Yes; I used to be with Mossu and Madame Roget in Mortimer Street.
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
I'll ask for you next time. What name?
MISS HUDDLE.
Miss Huddle.
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
Huddle?
MISS HUDDLE.
Well, p'r'aps you'd better ask for Miss Hud-delle; I fancy Miss
Fullgarney is going to alter me to that.
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