"Music-hall stage ?" I went on, dubiously.
He nodded.

"But a girl is not necessarily any the less a lady because she sings at a music-hall," he added, with warmth, displaying an evident desire to be just to his betrothed, however much he admired Daphne.
"Certainly not," I admitted.

"A lady is a lady; no occupation can in itself unladify her....

But on the music-hall stage, the odds, one must admit, are on the whole against her." "Now, THERE you show prejudice!" "One may be quite unprejudiced," I answered, "and yet allow that connection with the music-halls does not, as such, afford clear proof that a girl is a compound of all the virtues." "I think she's a good girl," he retorted, slowly.
"Then why do you want to throw her over ?" I inquired.
"I don't.

That's just it.