Those seats are selling for three guineas, somebody told me.' Conversation lingered about this point for a few minutes, till Mrs.
Peachey went upstairs.

When the door was open, a child's crying could be heard, but it excited no remark.

Presently the other two retired, to make themselves ready for going out.

Fanny was the first to reappear, and, whilst waiting for her sister, she tapped out a new music-hall melody on the piano.
As they left the house, Beatrice remarked that Ada really meant to have her dinner at Gatti's or some such place; perhaps they had better indulge themselves in the same way.
'Suppose you give Horace Lord a hint that we've no dinner at home?
He might take us, and stand treat.' Fanny shook her head.
'I don't think he could get away.

The guv'nor expects him home to dinner on Sundays.' The other laughed her contempt.
'You see! What good is he?
Look here, Fan, you just wait a bit, and you'll do much better than that.