You are deservedly popular there.

Soon, I have no doubt, you will aspire to more important parts.
Still, my dear child," the professor continued, disposing of his second cocktail, "I see no reason why your very laudable desire to remain independent should be incompatible with a life under your sister's roof and my protection.

Mr.Tavernake here, with his British instincts, will, I am sure, agree with me that it is not well for a young lady--my own daughter, sir, but I may say it--of considerable personal attractions, to live alone or under the chaperonage merely of these other young ladies of the theatre." "I think,", Tavernake said, "that your daughter must have very strong reasons for preferring to live alone." "Imaginary ones, my dear sir," the professor assured him,--"altogether imaginary.

The quails at last! And the Clicquot! Now this is really a delightful little meeting.

I drink to its repetition.