“I suppose I have been in love; but why do you ask?”
“It just occurred to me.”
“I have never been in love with a ballet girl, if you mean that.”
In blue tights and symmetrical rows the legs of the chorus ladies were arranged about the stage; the low comedians cracked jokes close to the footlights; the stalls laughed, the pit applauded.
“Haven’t you? Is that really so? I shouldn’t think it would be nice. And yet, if all we hear is true, young men do make love to low women; I’m not speaking now of ballet girls, but of cooks and housemaids. A lady, a friend of mine, cannot keep a housemaid under fifty in her house on account of her son, and she sent him to Eton.”
“Yes, I know; I have heard of such things, but I never could understand.”
“I am glad. But you say you have been in love. Tell
