“Who who is?”
“You know perfectly well who I mean—the poor fish you were raving about before dinner. You said you danced with him. Who is he? That’s what I want to know.”
“I don’t like the way you talk to me; but if you must know, he was the most dazzling thing you ever saw. He——”
“I never saw him, and I don’t want to, and I don’t care how dazzling he is. I only want to know his name.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place? His name’s Wilson Crumb.” Her tone was as of one who says: “Behold Alexander the Great!”
“Wilson Crumb! Who’s he?”
“Do you mean to sit there and tell me that you don’t know who Wilson Crumb is, Guy Evans?” she demanded.
“Never heard of him,” he insisted.
“Never heard of Wilson Crumb, the famous actor-director? Such ignorance!”
“Did you ever hear of him before this trip to L.A.?” inquired her brother from across the table. “I never heard you mention him before.”