Miss Marjorie's face is a picture! If the girl had said she wanted to go to the devil instead of to the theatre, she could hardly have looked more horrified.

She takes a step forward, closer to Perpetua.
"Go to your room! And pray--_pray_ for a purer mind!" says she.
"This is hereditary, all this! Only prayer can cast it out.

And remember, this is the last word upon this subject.

As long as you are under _my_ roof you shall never go to a sinful place of amusement.

I forbid you ever to speak of theatres again." "I shall not be forbidden!" says Perpetua.