"Was she pretty?"
"Yes. Shall we dance this next——"
"No. Was she a model?"
"She posed——"
Geraldine, lips on the edge of her spread fan, regarded him curiously.
"That is a very romantic life, isn't it?" she murmured.
"What?"
"Yours. I don't know much about it; Kathleen took me to hear 'La Bohême'; and I found Murger's story in the library. I have also read 'Trilby.' Did you—were you—was life like that when you studied in the Latin Quarter?"
He laughed. "Not a bit. I never saw that species of life off the stage."
"Oh, wasn't there any romance?" she asked forlornly.