"I tell you, Jesse Bulrush, that you're a man--you're a man--" But she could keep it up no longer.

She burst out laughing, and the false tears of the actress she dashed from her eyes as she added: "That you're a man after my own heart.

But you can't have it, even if you are after it, and you are welcome to the thirty-seven-year-old seraph in there!" She tossed a hand towards the house.
By this time he was on his feet too, almost bursting.

"Well, you wicked little rip--you Ellen Terry at twenty-two, to think you could play it up like that! Why, never on the stage was there such--!" "It's the poetry made me do it.

It inspired me," she gurgled.