“I was her protégée ... that is ... it was I who tried to protect her,” Mrs. Sixsmith replied.
“My dear madam.”
“Oh, Canon, why was her tomb not in Westminster where so many of her profession are? I was reading somewhere only the other day there are more actresses buried there than Kings!”
“It may be so.”
“Here ... she is so isolated ... so lost. Sally loved town.”
“Tell me,” he begged, “something of her end.”
“Indeed, sir——”
“You’re too weary?”
“Oh, I hate a funeral, Canon! Listening to their Jeremiads.”
“You shall take my arm.”