It is rather funny, but then I
haven't always lived at the Ritz-Carlton, so I don't mind."
"Huh! for the matter of that no more have I, but believe me, there
would be some howl if they ever gave me a room like this--even in
Haskell. I know your name; it's Stella Donovan--well, mine is Celeste
La Rue."
"A very pretty name; rather unusual. Are you French?"
The other laughed, crossing her feet carelessly, and extracting a
cigarette case from a hand-bag.
"French? Well, I guess not. You don't mind if I smoke, do you?
Thanks. Have one yourself--they're imported. No? All right. I
suppose it is a beastly habit, but most of the girls I know have picked
it up. Seems sociable, somehow. No, I'm not French. My dad's name
was Capley, and I annexed this other when I went on the stage. It
tickles the Johnnies, and sounds better than Sadie Capley. You liked
it yourself."
"It is better adapted to that purpose--you are an actress then?"
"Well, nobody ever said so. I can dance and sing a bit, and know how
to wear clothes. It's an easier job than some others I've had, and
gets me into a swell set.
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