III
Then looked I again upon my companion so vivid with life, so boldly virginal, and, catching my breath, which had hitherto eluded me,
“Some runner!” I quoth. “Haven’t I met you somewhere before?”
“I dessay,” she lightly answered. “You see, George Borrow was my father and I played Isopel Berners to his Lavengro. You’ll meet a lot of those old troupers before you’re through this book. There’s the Tinker now, and old Mrs. Herne. She plays Azor in this piece. Oh! them was the days!” she sighed, “when we was playin’ in the legit, before we come down to this movie stuff.”
“Oh,” quoth I, “then I suppose I ought to teach you grammar. It seems to me——”
“Cut it out!” she responded wearily. “Don’t! Lavengro done that once and for all. You can’t improve on him.”