I put in.

“English!” Sir Cyril ejaculated. “No one ever heard of a great English soprano. Unless you count Australia as England, and Australia wouldn’t like that. No. That is another of her mysteries. No one knows where she emerged from. She speaks English and French with absolute perfection. Her Italian accent is beautiful. She talks German freely, but badly. I have heard that she speaks perfect Flemish, — which is curious, — but I do not know.”

“Well,” said Sullivan, nodding his head, “give me the theatrical as opposed to the operatic star. The theatrical star’s bad enough, and mysterious enough, and awkward enough. But, thank goodness, she isn’t polite — at least, those at the Diana aren’t. You can speak your mind to