'What is the use of loving a girl
When you know she don't want yer to?'
Of course, you have the best of everything now. It does seem curious."
"My having the best of everything?"
"No, your wanting the worst.
'What if she's fair beyond all compare,
And what if her eyes are blue——'
Fancy living in your style, and coming to rooms like these for fun!"
"Oh, Tattie," said Rosalind, "that's just what I did come for! I haven't any fun at home."
"But I thought in Society they had no end of a good time?"
"So they do, in a way, but it's the wrong way for me—I never rehearsed for it, I'm not easy in the part; I wasn't meant for high-class comedy. And I miss you—I've no pal now."
"I've missed you, I can tell you! Oh, the tour after you left, wasn't that damn dull! The girl I lived with was so 'off'—common. Well, you can tell I'm a perfect lady—I just said 'damn'—but I usedn't to, did I? Remember? Good-hearted girl, but she was so horrid at table. And under that silk blouse—all anyhow! Not that I like to see a girl with too smart underlinen, I always think it looks fishy; but hers was—well, if she had been run over one day when we were out, I'd have been ashamed to own her!"