She didn’t say any more, but sat there with her eyes glued on the stage.
After about half an hour the johnnies who work the card-index system at the side of the stage put up the name of Ray Denison, and there was a good deal of applause.
“Watch this act, Aunt Julia,” I said.
She didn’t seem to hear me.
“Twenty-five years! What did you say, Bertie?”
“Watch this act and tell me what you think of it.”
“Who is it? Ray. Oh!”
“Exhibit A,” I said. “The girl Gussie’s engaged to.”
The girl did her act, and the house rose at her. They didn’t want to let her go. She had to come back again and again. When she had finally disappeared I turned to Aunt Julia.
“Well?” I said.
“I like