Rich would think you're not worth more than he's been paying you and that's little enough--fifteen shillings a week.

Good Lord, how does he imagine a woman of our profession can live on that ?" "It's because of our profession that he parts with so little.

He has a notion that we can make it up," rejoined Lavinia sarcastically.
"You never said a truer word than that, my dear.

Thank God I've my husband, but _you_--well you'd better take a husband too or as nearly as you can get to one." Lavinia shrugged her shoulders disdainfully.
"Why not go to Hampstead?
Heaps of money there and plenty of life.

Bless my heart alive, with that taking face of yours the men would be after you like flies round a honey-pot." "I've no fancy for figuring as a honey-pot, thank you." "Well, I can think of nothing else." The mention of Hampstead was suggestive, but not in the way insinuated by Mrs.Egleton.Half fashionable London flocked to Hampstead in the summer, ostensibly to drink the water of the medicinal spring, but really to gamble, to dance and to flirt outrageously.