A throw-back, probably, to her grandmother Scoville.

The worst feature of a person like Harrietta is, as you already have discovered with some impatience, that one goes on and on, talking about her. And the listener at last breaks out with: “This is all very interesting, but I feel as if I know her now. What then?”

Then the thing to do is to go serenely on telling, for example, how the young thing in Harrietta Fuller’s company invariably came up to her at the first rehearsal and said tremulously: “Miss Fuller, I — you won’t mind — I just want to tell you how proud I am to be one of your company. Playing with you. You’ve been my ideal ever since I was a little g — ” then, warned by a certain icy mask slipping slowly over the brightness of Harrietta’s