Sweeney Todd, the master of razor and silence, as always in his dark thoughts, accepted Mrs. Lovett's offer to spend time outdoors with a slight irritation. He was bored, and although he had no particular desire to walk along a crowded street, he nevertheless agreed. People were swarming around, each with their own business and worries. Mrs. Lovett, with a satisfied smile on her face, hugged Sweeney's hand, as if this walk was the fulfillment of her cherished wish. She had always dreamed of such moments when she could feel closer to him.

Suddenly, Swinney's gaze settled on a young girl, and he felt a strange desire to get to know her. He couldn't figure out what exactly attracted him. Maybe it was some kind of intuitive guess or just a casual interest. However, he ignored Nellie's disapproving look, which spoke of her jealousy and bewilderment.

"You have silky hair, ma'am," Swinney said in a formal tone that might have seemed cold and distant. He has never been a master of flirting and did not strive for it. For him, love existed only in the memories of his lost wife and daughter. Even as a widower, he did not want to enter into a romantic relationship with another woman. His words sounded more like an offer of a favor than an attempt to establish personal contact.

"Do you mind meeting me, young lady? I think some kind of haircut would suit you," he continued, maintaining the same formal tone. Swinney was confident in his skills and knew that he could make any woman even more beautiful with his scissors and razor. Although his clients were mostly men, he saw no reason why he should not offer his services to a woman as well.

Mrs. Lovett was watching the scene intently, her smile gradually fading. She knew that Swinney was not interested in any woman except the one he had lost. But still, seeing him paying attention to another woman was painful for her. She hoped that this meeting would not last too long and that Swinney would soon return to his usual activities.