What d'ye say, miss?
I can give ye a good engagement--no fixed salary in course--sharing out, that's the rule with travelling companies--Mr.Spiller knows what I'm a'telling you is right." Lavinia hardly knew what to say to this, and she turned to Spiller for advice.

Huddy saw the look of doubt on her face, and went on with his argument.
"It's this way, miss.

I don't say as you didn't play to-night to my satisfaction--thanks to my rehearsing of you--but you've got a lot to learn, and, by God, you won't learn it better anywhere in the world than with me.

Ask Mr.Spiller--ask Mr.Hippisley.They know what's what, and they'll tell you the same." Spiller nodded.
"You've made a good beginning, but the more practice you have the better.

Isn't that so, Mr.Gay?
Mr.Gay has great hopes of you, my dear and--but you'd better hear what he has to say." "Oh, I should dearly love to," murmured Lavinia.
They were now in the green room.