But I never dreamed of having such an opportunity.

If I didn't mean to write a word I should be glad of it--a look into another world, with its own customs and language and ethics and pleasures and pains.

_Quelle chance!_ "And then," she went on, as if to herself, "to be of the life, the strange, unreal, painted, lime-lighted life that goes on behind the curtain! That is something--to act one's part in it, to know that one's own secret role is a thousand times more difficult than any in the _repertoire_.

Can't you understand ?" she appealed.

"You are horribly unresponsive.