“You have come to tell us all about your visit to the pretty actress?” she said.
“Yes,” he answered a little grimly.
“And is she very pretty? Does she look as well off the stage as on?”
“She looks very well off, at all events, and I have never seen her on, but I am going to see her to-morrow.”
May laughed her sweet girlish laugh.
“And is she nice?” she said. “How does she talk?”
“I don’t think you could call her nice. She talks in a hard, worldly fashion, but she is clever. She puts things in a quaint, original way that somehow has a certain charm in it. No, nice is not the word for Miss Kathleen Weir.”
“And what did she talk about?”
“She discoursed on the folly of loving anyone if they had ceased to love you.”
The rose-bloom deepened on May’s cheek.