"Nor I," said O'Mally.
"Positively, no," added Worth.
O'Mally mused. "A bill from your tailor will reach you here in eight days, but money! Looks as if they had sent it via Japan."
"The one thing I'm sore about is the way she buncoed us into giving up our return tickets to the chorus."
"Shame on you!" cried the generous O'Mally. "What chance had any of them on this side? Ten to one, nobody home could have sent them money. We men can get along somehow. But I wish I could get some good plug-cut. This English shoe-string tobacco burns like hot lead."
"O'Mally, what's your opinion?"
"On what?"
"La Signorina," said Worth.
"What about her?"
"What do you think of her? She's not one of us; she belongs to another class, and the stage is only an incident."