In the Cage by Henry James Fiction Classics Literary

<p><strong>It was always rather quiet at Cocker's while the contingent from Ladle's and Thrupp's and all the other great places were at luncheon or as the young men used vulgarly to say while the animals were feeding. </strong>She had forty minutes in advance of this to go home for her own dinner; and when she came back and one of the young men took his turn there was often half an hour during which she could pull out a bit of work or a book -- a book from the place where she borrowed novels very greasy in fine print and all about fine folks at a ha'penny a day. This sacred pause was one of the numerous ways in which the establishment kept its finger on the pulse of fashion and fell into the rhythm of the larger life. It had something to do one day with the particular flare of importance of an arriving customer a lady whose meals were apparently irregular yet whom she was destined she afterwards found not to forget. The girl was _blas?_; nothing could belong more as she perfectly knew to the intense publicity of her profession; but she had a whimsical mind and wonderful nerves; she was subject in short to sudden flickers of antipathy and sympathy red gleams in the grey fitful needs to notice and to care odd caprices of curiosity.</p>