Ronald’s reply was unexpected.
“That’s just what I—what she—what I’m sure we all feel she ought to do.”
“I want to, awfully,” exclaimed Mornice; “in something—— Oh, you go on, Ronny.”
“It is only that people—people in the show believe there is such big stuff in her that makes me suggest it.” He hesitated.
Eliphalet leaned back in his chair and smiled indulgently to help him along.
“We all know she is a young Modjeska—a little Bernhardt—eh, Mornice?”
“You needn’t be saucy, Dads. After all, he’s only repeating what they think. I don’t know whether I am great.”
(Very few actors and actresses are absolutely certain on this point, but most of them have a comfortable conviction, even though they may not express it.)
Eliphalet had seen little heads swell large too often to be surprised. He nodded to Ronald Knight to proceed.
“Everybody who saw her in that film believed she’d make a fortune on the legitimate stage.”