When she was introduced to a strange
man who did not wear trousers, she took it quite as an everyday
matter, revealing no trace of vulgar human curiosity.
There came Bertie, full grown, but not yet out of the pimply stage,
and still conscious of the clothes which he had taken such pains to
get right. Bertie's sister remained in her seat, refusing naughtily
to be compromised by her mother's vagaries; but Bertie had a
purpose, and after I had introduced him round, I saw what he
wanted--Mary Magna! Bertie had a vision of himself as a sort of
sporting prince in this movie world. His social position would make
conquests easy; it was a sort of Christmas-tree, all a-glitter with
prizes.
I was standing near, and heard the beginning of their conversation.
"Oh, Miss Magna, I'm so pleased to meet you. I've heard so much
about you from Miss Dulles."
"Miss Dulles?"
"Yes; Dorothy Dulles."
"I'm sorry. I don't think I ever heard of her."
"What? Dorothy Dulles, the screen actress?"
"No, I can't place her.
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