"You think she's----" "No.

But it's not because she isn't sincere exactly.

It's only because she has such a lot to live up to.

She has to live up to being a girl on the grand style to herself, I mean, of course." And without pausing Alice rippled on, "You ought to have seen ME when I had the stage-fever! I used to play 'Juliet' all alone in my room.' She lifted her arms in graceful entreaty, pleading musically, "O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest thy love prove----" She broke off abruptly with a little flourish, snapping thumb and finger of each outstretched hand, then laughed and said, "Papa used to make such fun of me! Thank heaven, I was only fifteen; I was all over it by the next year." "No wonder you had the fever," Russell observed.

"You do it beautifully.
Why didn't you finish the line ?" "Which one?
'Lest thy love prove likewise variable'?
Juliet was saying it to a MAN, you know.