"I've seen it five times; but one of those doesn't count, because when we got there we found he was ill with chicken-pox. Wasn't that rotten luck?"
"I heard he had been ill, but I didn't know what it was. Was it really chicken-pox?"
"Yes, poor darling."
"Fancy him having a thing like that! I suppose it's part of the price of keeping so young."
"Oh, yes, isn't he young!"
"They say this thing's going to run for years."
"I hope not. I want to see him in something new. It's so wonderful how he's always the same and yet always different."
"I want him to be in every play. I never go to one without thinking how much better he would be than the other leading man."
"I saw that little what's-his-name imitate him the other evening. Really it's rather a shame."
"Yes, I've seen it. I couldn't help laughing, but I hated myself for it. I'm sure, too, he doesn't waggle his head like that."