“Isn’t she lovely? I’m just dying to be introduced to her. By Jove, she is a ripping girl. What did you think of her, Tweedie?”
“I did not go,” he replied.
“Why not?”
“Well, you see, I know her pretty well; she went to school with my mother.”
A bomb might have fallen.
“Went to school with your mother?”
“Yes, and she has a girl nearly as old as I am.”
Bomb number two.
Charming and pretty as she is, a woman old enough to be their mother, she stirs the hearts of the undergrads, who, across the footlights, innocently think she is a girl of eighteen.
So much for the delusions of the stage.