But this did not matter.

The landlady had a front attic vacant which she was willing to let to anyone recommended by Mr.Spiller for a very small sum, and here Lavinia installed herself.
"Have a rest, Polly, and something to eat," said Spiller.

"I shall call for you about eleven o'clock.

I want you to look your best.

We're going to see Mr.Rich.Heaven give us luck that we may find him in good humour." "Do you mean this morning ?" cried Lavinia, in dismay.
"Well, I don't mean this evening.