"Well, I will not mope for him.

I must do something.

Triplet," said she.
"Madam." "Nothing." "No, madam." She sat gently down again, and leaned her head on her hand, and thought.
She was beautiful as she thought!--her body seemed bristling with mind! At last, her thoughtful gravity was illumined by a smile.

She had thought out something _excogitaverat._ "Triplet, the picture is quite ruined!" "Yes, madam.

And a coach-load of criticism coming!" "Triplet, we actors and actresses have often bright ideas." "Yes, ma am." "When we take other people's!" "He, he!" went Triplet.