Second Alumna. Hush, my dear, that may be the bosom of her family forninst us!
First Alumna, lowering her voice. I think he's indecent and ridiculous.
Second Alumna. He'll be the pride of the class, my little cousin says. They're raving over him.
First Alumna. Then they're idiots. My dear, we may have had our faults, but we were seldom vulgar, if we weren't remarkable!
Third Alumna. What I mind so much is that all the papers are filled with that trash about gracefulness and womanliness and girlish delicacy and the great gulf between us and the coarse professionals, and as far as I can see, we are filling in that gulf as fast as possible. We seem to be striving after the very thing—
First Alumna. Precisely. In a word, it's Daly, not Shakespeare. And they don't see that Dalyism takes money—we haven't the scenery and costumes for it.
Second Alumna. That horrible Sir Andrew!
Fourth Alumna. But Malvolio—
First Alumna. Oh, Malvolio's all right. As far as a girl can do it. The question is, can a girl do it? I think she can't.
Third Alumna. And as for allowing that Miss Jackson to imitate all Ada Rehan's bad points, when she naturally fails of her good ones—