“It appears to be her native part of the country, sir. She informs me that she makes one of her professional visits here, every year, sir. I met her in the street this afternoon, and she wished to know if she might have the honour of waiting on you after dinner, sir.”

“Do you know the Giantess in question, Daisy?” inquired Steerforth.

I was obliged to confess⁠—I felt ashamed, even of being at this disadvantage before Littimer⁠—that Miss Mowcher and I were wholly unacquainted.

“Then you shall know her,” said Steerforth, “for she is one of the seven wonders of the world. When Miss Mowcher comes, show her in.”