“Yes—now.”
“Now? When was she anythin’ else?”
“When she began in America. She was a mimic in the music-halls.”
“The deuce she was!”
He stood looking very grave and puzzled for a minute, then he stared hard at his wife.
“What did she mimic?”
“I don’t know—people.”
Again there was a silence. Then he said—
“I say, I don’t know that I want you to sing at that affair to-morrow.”
“But I must. Why not?”