“Naturally.”
“I knew you would see that. Well, the night of the opening I was so excited that I mixed them all up.”
She said this with such tragic emphasis that he did not even want to laugh.
“How unfortunate!” he exclaimed.
“No, it wasn’t unfortunate,” she cried; “it was stupid, stupid, stupid!”
“Yes, it was, a trifle,” he admitted.
“I thought I was going to be such a success. I just knew I could act. Cartel said it would take me years of hard work even to begin to be an artist, and I thought I could just show him.”
“I think you may be said to have shown him!” Christiansen remarked.
“Yes, I did. I showed him I was a fool. I don’t wonder that he nearly killed me for it.”
“No doubt it was real agony for a man as highly strung as he is. For months he had been building a fine house, and in three blows you sent it crumbling.”