The quaint little chin met Mr. Fledgeby’s gaze with such a baffling hitch, that that agreeable gentleman was for some time at a loss how to resume his fascinating part in the dialogue. At length he said:

“Miss Jenny!⁠—That’s your name, if I don’t mistake?”

“Probably you don’t mistake, sir,” was Miss Wren’s cool answer; “because you had it on the best authority. Mine, you know.”

“Miss Jenny! Instead of coming up and being dead, let’s come out and look alive. It’ll pay better, I assure you,” said Fledgeby, bestowing an inveigling twinkle or two upon the dressmaker. “You’ll find it pay better.”