Jenny thought she would go and see Lilli Vergoe, in Cranbourne Street, and tell her of the engagement.
Lilli sat with her feet on the mantelpiece, smoking a cigarette.
"I've joined the ballet," said Jenny.
"Where?"
"At the Orient."
"You won't like it."
"Who cares? I sha'n't stay if I don't."
"Yes, you will. You'll stay. Everybody stays in the Orient. I've stayed there twelve years, and I'm still a second-line girl. You'll stay twelve years and, if you don't get fat, you'll still be a second-line boy."
"What about if I get married?"
"You'll still stay."