“Let’s have a look at it,” said the suspicious chief. Riah handed it to him. “How much for this now?”
“Two precious silver shillings,” said Miss Wren.
Riah confirmed her with two nods, as Fledgeby looked to him. A nod for each shilling.
“Well,” said Fledgeby, poking into the contents of the basket with his forefinger, “the price is not so bad. You have got good measure, Miss What-is-it.”
“Try Jenny,” suggested that young lady with great calmness.
“You have got good measure, Miss Jenny; but the price is not so bad.—And you,” said Fledgeby, turning to the other visitor, “do you buy anything here, miss?”
“No, sir.”
“Nor sell anything neither, miss?”
“No, sir.”
Looking askew at the questioner, Jenny stole her hand