"And so you are really the great Phil Shelmerdine, with your hair brushed just as nice as ever. Even when I was a flapper and wore a blue ribbon round my pigtail, I used to think your hair was lovely. You ought never to have left off playing socker; but I suppose you kind of had to when Mr. Vandeleur made a peer of your poor father. But England needs you more than ever now that Steve is on the shelf."
"Don't you find the theater a very trying profession, Miss Caspar?" said nice, sensible Cousin Jane from Cumberland. "Aren't the late hours a fearful strain?"
"One sort of gets used to them," said Cinderella. "I'm as strong as a pony; and it's great fun; and it is wonderful how one gets to love the British public."
"And how the British public gets to love you, Miss Caspar—not, of course, that I mean that that is wonderful."
Not so bad for a very dull young man. We only hope the young fellow won't get out of his depth, that's all.
"Oh, Homburg is the greatest bore of all." The seventh unmarried daughter suspended the story of her sorrows to train a gaze of twenty-four candle-power upon the heir.
"I shall never forget your Cinderella—and such a cold as you had! But it seems to be better now."
