True he was in a drunken sleep but this would make no difference.

Lavinia, Sally decided, was in a fair way to earn her living, much as Sally herself did--the toy of the bloods of fashion one day, the companions of highwaymen and bullies the next.
"Where did the impertinent young madam get her fine clothes and her quality air if not ?" Sally asked herself, and the question was a reasonable one.
"Have you brought me ought that I care to look at, Mistress Salisbury ?" broke in the old man impatiently.

"You haven't come to buy that paltry trinket, I'll swear." "How do you knew?
It takes my fancy.

Where did you get it ?" "I've had it but five minutes.

You passed the girl who sold it me as you came in.