Her husband was speaking with some hesitation.
“Well?”
“Let’s have a squint at the programme, will you?”
“Here it is.”
She gave it to him and watched him narrowly as he looked quickly over it.
“Hulloa!” he said.
“What’s the matter?”
“Some Imitations,” he said. “What’s that mean?”
“Didn’t you know Miss Schley was a mimic?”
“A mimic—not I! She’s an actress.”