Can't do business with a petticoat in the room.

I wish the Lord Mayor'd stop them all at Temple Bar.

Now we'll go out, and I'll show you a bit of the City." He offered her his arm, and she noticed that in walking through the office, he was erect, and the few words he spoke were delivered in the peremptory elastic tone of a vigorous man.
"My girls," he said to her in an undertone, "never come here.

Well! we don't expect ladies, you know.

Different spheres in this world.