Nonsense! Vere is a gentleman; he would insist upon attending me to and from the theatre.
BERNSTEIN.
Veil, I should hope so.
MISS DYOTT.
No—no. He is himself a graceful dancer. A common chord of sympathy would naturally be struck between him and the coryphées. Oh, there is so much variety in Vere's character.
BERNSTEIN.
Veil, you are a plucky woman; you deserve to be happy zome day.
MISS DYOTT.
Happy! Think of the deception I am practising upon dear Vere! Think of the people who believe in the rigid austerity of Caroline Dyott, Principal of Volumnia College. Think of the precious confidence reposed in me by the parents and relations of twenty-seven innocent pupils. Give an average of eight and a half relations to each pupil; multiply eight and a half by twenty-seven and you approximate the number whose trust I betray this night!