In one of the intervals of the opera Mrs. Dround remarked as if her mind had been on the same idea:—
"You see Sarah's sphere, Mr. Harrington?"
"Yes," I replied. "And the girl does it tip-top!"
She laughed.
"Of course! It's in the blood."
"Well, it isn't a bad thing, some of it," I went on with pride and content. "Strauss isn't here, is he?" I asked.
"The Strausses never go anywhere, you know."
"He's the biggest of them all, too," I said partly to myself.
"You think so? Why?" she asked, her brows coming together.
"He's the biggest dog, and it's dog eat dog in our business, as all over nowadays," I replied.