She looked incredulous, and then disappointed. For an instant she turned her back on him with resolution. He observed that she squirmed herself into a position of dignified uprightness in her chair.
After a brief interval she turned to him with renewed hope. “Maybe you’re prejudiced against ‘Uncle Tom’s Cabin’?” she ventured.
“Frankly, I am.”
“You’re not down on the legitimate, though?”
“I like plays—if that’s what you mean.”
Her forehead wrinkled. “Certainly that’s what I mean. What did you think I meant?”
“Why, you see, I wasn’t quite sure.”
She searched his eyes suspiciously; then suddenly she dimpled. “Tell me—are you an actor? Or aren’t you?”
“No—assuredly not!”
She was genuinely embarrassed. She allowed her face to drop into her hands, and Baron felt from her gesture that she must be blushing though he could see that she was not.