“Shakespeare as a Cloak.”
“A smart Juliet.”
“An immoral Juliet.”
“Before a house packed to suffocation——”
“Among those present at the Source last night were”—she looked—“were, Queen Henriette Marie, Duchess of Norwich, Dismalia Duchess of Meath-and-Mann, Lady Di Flattery, Lord and Lady Newblood, Mr. and Lady Caroline Crofts, Sir Gottlieb and Lady Gretel Teuton-Haven, ex-King Bomba, ex-King Kacatogan, ex-Queen of Snowland, ex-Prince Marphise, Hon. Mrs. Mordecai, Lady Wimbush, Lord and Lady Drumliemore, Sir John and Lady Journeyman, Lord and Lady Lonely, Lady Harrier, Feodorowna Lady Meadowbank, Lady Lucy Lacy, Duchess of Netherland and Lady Diana Haviours, Miss Azra, Miss Christine Cross, Sir Francis and Lady Four, Madame Kotzebue, Comtesse Yvonde de Tot, Mlle. de Tot, Duque de Quaranta, Marquesa Pitti-Riffa and Sir Siegfried Seitz.”
So ... she sneezed, all was well!
A success: undoubtedly.
“Oh God! How quite ... delicious!” she murmured, snatching up a Cinquecento cope transformed to be a dressing-gown, and faring forth for an airing upon the stage.
At that hour there wasn’t a soul.
The darkened auditorium looked wan and eerie, the boxes caves.