The door is answered by a young urchin, who goes to see if the singer is receiving visitors. When he comes back, he tells you, 'She tole me to say she's not at 'ome.' He holds out his grubby hand for a tip.
The music-hall singer is charmingly pleased to receive your visit. Although she doesn't quite dispense with the characteristic vitriol, it is all directed at other people. Some of it is bound to come in useful later, too.
