“No, I don’t.” Nell said, delighted that she seemed to dislike it to. “I just feel like Harry is trying to make us something we aren’t. You understand? I know why people come to the theatre and it isn’t for fine acting. They want a little titillation, something they can’t get at any other whore house before they come and see us personally. I just worry Harry’s forgetting that.”
Nell wasn’t one to turn down free food, or free anything if the truth be told. “Thank you, Miss Constance.”