"Jolly few of them--without grease-paint on." "But you see them all painted up." He burst into laughter.

"Then they're beastly, near by! You silly kid, don't you know?
We've got to make up, otherwise no one in front would be able to see our mouths and noses and eyes.

From the front we look lovely; but close to we're horrors." "Well, how should I know that ?" asked Jane.
"You couldn't unless you saw us--or were told.

But now you know." "Do you look beastly too ?" "Vile," he laughed.
"I'm glad I didn't think of going on the stage,"' she said, childish yet very feminine unreason combining with atavistic puritanism.

"I shouldn't like to paint my face." "You get used to it," said Paul, the experienced.
"I think it horrid to paint your face." He swung to the door--they were in the little parlour behind the shop--a flash of anger in his eyes.