seven in the evening
the gentlemen 's allwiz sayin ' , my dear , '' said Mrs. Jupe , and for very shame 's sake , having no money to pay for board and lodgings , Glory returned to the counter . A little beyond Bedford Row , in a rookery of apartment houses in narrow streets , there lives a colony of ballet girls and chorus girls who are employed at the lighter theatres of the Strand . They are a noisy , merry , reckless , harmless race , free of speech , fond of laughter , wearing false jewellery , false hair , and false complexions , but good boots always , which they do their utmost not to conceal . Many of these girls pass through the Turnstile on their way to their work , and toward seven in the evening the tobacconist 's would be full of them . Nearly all smoked , as the stained forefinger of their right hands showed , and while they bought their cigarettes they chirruped and chirped until the little shop was like a tree full of linnets in the spring . Most of them belonged to the Frailty Theatre , and their usual talk was of the `` stars '' engaged there . Chief among these were the `` Sisters Bellman , '' a trio of singers in burlesque , and a frequent subject of innuendo and rapartee was one Betty , of that ilk , whose name Glory could remember to have seen blazing in gold on nearly every hoarding and sign .