The landlady flung a pair of lady's shoes into the yard, and bustled away.
'Number five,' said Sam, as he picked up the shoes,and taking a piece of chalk from his pocket, made a memorandum of their destination on the soles—'Lady's shoes and private sittin'-room! I suppose she didn't come in the vagin.'
'She came in early this morning,' cried the girl, who was still leaning over the railing of the gallery, 'with a gentleman in a hackney-coach, and it's him as wants his boots, and you'd better do 'em, that's all about it.'