I hate the evil smells which hang about the theater.

I hate the overture and the man with the drums," whimsically.
"What's he done to you ?" "Nothing, only he makes more noise than the others.

I'm tired.

It is not a definite reason; but a woman is never obliged to be definite." "No; I never could understand you, even when you took the trouble to explain things." "Yes, I know." She drew off her gloves and rubbed her fingers, which were damp and cold.
"But, surely, this is only a whim.

You can't seriously mean to give up the stage when the whole world is watching you!" She did not answer him, but continued to rub her fingers.