"That's fine. I guess I don't like the English much. They always strike me as being like Americans, trying hard to be different."
"You don't dislike me, I hope? That would be a very bitter blow," said Kenyon, tweeking her ear.
"Oh, you're a comic," she said. "You're all right. Is this your first visit?"
"Yes. Have you been here long?" Kenyon asked the question carelessly, as though to keep the ball moving. It was, as a matter of fact, the beginning of his plan to disillusion Graham.
"Oh, I've been in the business ever since it started. Ask the kid, he knows. Don't you, kid?"
"Rather," said Graham.
"I used to be in the chorus, but this is ther life."
"I suppose so," said Kenyon. "Variety, gaiety, art,—what more can any girl desire?"
"Dollars," she said dryly. "And I make more here, by a long way."
"That's good. But,—but don't you get a little fed up? I mean it must be hopelessly monotonous to be shut up in one place all the time."