Mary bit her lip, suddenly nervous. She squared her shoulders, trying to shake off the attack of uncertainty and looked the strager in the eye. "Mary Roper, sir." She bobbed a quick curtsey, as she'd been taught. "I'm here to ask about employment, sir. Rosie said Mr. Fisher might know where to find out about a job or two as an actress. Or might need a girl for his own establishments, one way or another."