"I should have thought you'd have come over to see your friend the actress."
"Which of my friends? I know so many actresses," Peter pleaded.
"The woman you inflicted on us in this place a year ago—the one who's in London now."
"Oh Miriam Rooth? I should have liked to come over, but I've been tied fast. Have you seen her there?"
"Yes, I've seen her."
"Do you like her?"
"Not at all."
"She has a lovely voice," Peter hazarded after a moment.
"I don't know anything about her voice—I haven't heard it."
"But she doesn't act in pantomime, does she?"