Victoria. What's his name?
Helen. Stradelerewsky.
Charlotte. Oh, horrors! Say it again slowly.
Helen. Strad-e- (think of the Stradivarius fiddle) le-rewsky (think of Paderewsky). Now, say it altogether.
All. Strad-e-le-rew-sky.
Charlotte. That name alone on the programme would be worth the price of admission.
Victoria. Well, who's going to bell the cat?
Miss James. Beg your pardon? What cat?
Grace. She means who is going to ask that scowling ever-with-a-cigar-in-his-mouth musician to play for us.
Miss James. I prefer not to. I have not been introduced, and mamma—