As he spoke, he looked towards Miss Ganymede and said,
“I do know, Lucille, that his Lordship will appreciate the way you’ll imitate Madame Vestris.”
“I should jolly well hope so,” Miss Ganymede replied, “seein’ the long way we’ve had to come to show what we can do.”
Ilouka noticed that, while Mr. Archer’s voice was cultivated, Miss Ganymede’s had a common accent.
As if she wished to assert herself and so prevent Mr. Archer from concentrating all his attention on Ilouka, she complained,
“I can feel a draught! For God’s sake shut the window or I’ll be hoarse tomorrow night and unable to sing a note.”
“Yes, of course, I’ll close it at once,” Mr. Archer offered.
He bent forward and lifted the strap, but it was even more difficult to close the window than it had been to open it.
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