“Oh, no,” she said, “not really?”
“Every night,” I replied, “in thousands and thousands.”
“Oh, good gracious,” she said, “not every night?”
I nodded gravely.
“Every night,” I said, “in thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands.”
“But goodness me,” she cried, “that’s more than ever.”
“It’s more and more,” I said, “every night.”
“Well, I never,” she said. “What a fearful mortality.”
“Fearful indeed,” I replied, “and you are responsible.”
“Oh, my aunt,” she said, “how perfectly horrible. Can’t you come and talk to me after the first act?”