The critics who love me, and they most of them love me because I am so exceptionally polite to them, and tell them exactly what to say about every new play, allude to my physique as Grecian." "But your eyes!" he exclaimed.

"Last night I thought they were grey.

This morning--why, surely they are brown ?" "You see, that is all according to the light," she confided.

"If any one does try to write a description of me, they generally evade the point by calling them browny-grey.

A young man who was in love with me," she sighed, "but that was long ago, used to say that they reminded him of fallen leaves in a place where the sunlight sometimes is and sometimes isn't.