“I see. You’re new to the game, aren’t you? I saw you working to-day. We always speak of these black-velvet parts as dowager bits. Just excuse me. I see a friend of mine — — ” The friend of mine would be a willow wand with golden curls, and what Harrietta rather waspishly called a Gunga Din costume. She referred to that Kipling description in which:

The uniform ‘e wore

Was nothin’ much before,

An’ rather less than ‘arf o’ that be’ind.

“They’re wearing them that way here in Hollywood,” she wrote Ken. She wrote Ken a good many things. But there were, too, a good many things she did not write him.