eck and call. And he held out his hand, like a good friend, simply, among
artistes:

"How do you do, Lily? Delighted to see you."

"Glass-Eye," said Lily, opening the door of her dressing-room, "Glass-Eye,
my bag ... the key of my trunk ... get out the bike first. One can't turn
in this rotten hole," she added, as she entered.

And, as Glass-Eye seemed all day releasing the bike from the hooked-up
skirts and tights hanging from the wall, to say nothing of the kicks which
she received from the pedals, Lily, grumbling, snatched it out of her
hands, and ordered her maid to go and wait for her in the street, great
good-for-nothing that she was!

"So you refuse to speak to me?" asked Jimmy.

Lily lowered her head, took no more notice of him than if he had not been
there, collected her clothes, pulled the gollywog from the wall without
the slightest regard, heaped up everything promiscuously in the trunk,
thumping it down with her fists, as though eager to have done with it.

"Come, Lily, are you still angry with me?" asked Jimmy, quite at a loss.
"When you took me by surprise that day, at Whitcomb Mansions ..."

"A lot I care for your love!" growled Lily contemptuously.

"But my friendship, Lily ..."

"Your friendship," said Lily, "your friendship ... a rag! I'll show you
how I value your friendship!" she said, flinging a dirty towel on the
floor and stamping on it in her rage.

"And that Daisy Woolly-legs!" resumed Lily, with an unspeakable expression
of scorn on her face.

"What do you mean?" asked Jimmy, who did not understand.

"Giving that shop to the New Trickers!" she continued violently. "You who
always used to talk of my talent! Giving a shop like that to those New
Trickers, who haven't as much talent among the six of them as I have in my
little finger!... You! To treat me like that!... When I think," cried
Lily, beside herself, "when I think that Pa and Ma will be here ... with
tricks stolen from me! footy rotter that you are!"

Jimmy understood that the engagement of the New Trickers exasperated Lily:
a question of outraged pride, of professional jealousy. He tried to
explain: she had already performed in Paris and Harrasford insisted on
that. He, Jimmy, wasn't altogether the master. The New Trickers were very
clever, very original, very new ...

"And I'm only fit to throw to the dogs, eh?" cried Lily furiously. "And
that rot about having performed in Paris. The Graces have performed in
Paris and t