(door clicking) (background people chattering) - William, there you are.

I thought perhaps you'd left for the evening.

(door thudding) You look tired.

- You look beautiful.

(gentle orchestral music) - Oh!

(laughs) Thank you.

- So to what do I owe this unexpected visit?

- Well, I was just passing and thought I'd pop in to visit my oldest friend.

- Passing?

To where at this time of night?

- Dinner.

- With whom?

- Well, you wouldn't know them.

- Because they don't exist?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I know you, Eliza, you neither pass nor pop, you premeditate.

Now I'm afraid it's not a good time.

We are experiencing an unprecedented level of cases, I cannot go into why.

- Well, because of the further expansion of Scotland Yard's jurisdiction.

- That's classified information at the moment.

How do you know that?

- I read it in the report that's on your desk.

(William breathing deeply) Well, it seems you could do with more manpower.

So how fortuitous that I should drop by.

Since I'm now in charge at Nash & Sons, I have a large team of men at my disposal.

- Ah, there it is, the real reason you're here.

- Ah, you were the one who brought up being understaffed.

(door clicking) All I'm saying- - Yes, Eliza, I know exactly what you're saying, I always know exactly what you're saying, even when you're not saying it.

Goodnight.

(playful orchestral music) Thank you.

♪ That girl, that girl ♪