You are always grumbling about the music-halls." "Well, and good reason to grumble.

If you heard those ballet girls talk, and see how they go on at the back, you'd grumble.

As for the music--" She laughed, as if against her will.

"If anybody had told me six months ago--me, that used to go to the Cathedral Service every afternoon--that I should be a Lion Masher at a music-hall and go on dressed in tights, I should have boxed his ears for impudence." "Why, you don't mean to tell me, Lotty, that you wish you had stuck to the moldy old place, and gone on selling music over the counter ?" "Well, then, perhaps I do." "No, no, Lotty; your husband cannot let you say that." "My husband can laugh and talk with barmaids.

That makes him happy." "Lotty," he said, "you are a little fool.