"Her husband. Didn't you notice something hanging around in the vestibule while we were talking to her?"
"No. There were so many people about!"
"Well, if you had noticed something hanging around, that would have been Jimphy. His real name is Jasper, but Cecily never calls any one by his real name ... except me. She can't think of a name for me!"
They entered the auditorium and stood for a moment looking about the theatre. People were passing quickly into their seats now, and the theatre was full of an eager air, of massed pleasure, and a loud buzz of conversation spread over the stalls from the pit where rows of young women whispered to each other excitedly as this well-known person and that well-known person entered.
"That's 'er, that's 'er!" one girl said in a frenzied whisper to her companion.
"Viola Tree?" the other girl, gazing vacantly into the stalls, replied.
"No, silly! Ellen Terry! Clap, can't you?"
And they clapped their hands as the actress went to her seat.
There was more clapping when Sir Charles Wyndham came in and took his seat.
"Is it Viola Tree?" the girl repeated.