An' Lou paid rent for both of us wiv that, an' 'ad brekfist; an' sure enough the lydy come next dy an' took her off.

She's in the opery now, an' she'll 'ave 'er brekfist reg'lar.

I seed the lydy meself.

Her picture 's on the 'oardings--" Suddenly he stopped.

"W'y, that's 'er--that's 'er!" he said, pointing to the mantel-piece.
Stafford followed the finger and the glance.