3/13 But that's nothing, everybody else is so affable and polite in London. Gentlemen--"real toffs," they call 'em--whom you don't know from Adam--think nothing of speaking to you in the street. Why, Nurse Jinny says--but there another patient's going off who by rights oughter have died only to-morrow. "To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow," as that barn-stormer actor said. But they're always calling for that giddy young thing. |