Next morning it was train and station, station and train, but despite many delays they managed to catch the train, and on Monday night her gracefulness was winning for her new admirers: in every town the company visited she received letters and presents; none succeeded, however, in weakening her love, or persuading her from Dick. 'Yet lovers around her are sighing,' Montgomery chuckled, and Dick began to consider seriously the means to be adopted to secure Kate's advancement in her new profession. One night Montgomery returned home with them after the performance, bringing with him the script, and till one in the morning the twain sat together trying to devise some extra lines for the first scene in _Les Cloches_. 'The scene,' Dick said, 'is on the seashore. The girls are on their way to market.' 'Supposing she said something like this, eh? "Mr. Baillie, do you like brown eyes and cherry lips?" And then another would reply, "Cherry brandy most like."' 'No, I don't think the public would see the point; you must remember we're not playing to a London public. I think we'd better have something broader.' 'Well, what?' 'You remember the scene in _Chilpéric_ when----' The conversation wandered; and Mr. Diprose's version of the opera and his usual vile taste in the stage management was severely commented on. In such pleasant discussion an hour was agreeably spent; but at last the sudden extinguishing of a cigarette reminded them that they had met for the purpose of writing some dialogue. After a long silence Dick said: 'Supposing she were to say, "Mr. Baillie, you've a fine head." You know I want something she'd get a laugh with.' 'If she said the truth, she'd say a fat head,' replied Montgomery with a laugh. 'And why shouldn't she? That's the very thing. She's sure to get a laugh with that--"Mr. Baillie, you have a fat head." Let's get that down first. But what shall she say after?' And in silence they ransacked their memories for a joke which could be fitted to the one they had just discovered. After some five minutes of deep consideration, and wearied by the unaccustomed mental strain put upon his mind, Dick said: 'Do you know the music of _Trône d'Écosse_? Devilish good. If the book had been better it would have been a big success.' 'The waltz is about the prettiest thing Hervé has done.' This expression of opinion led up to an animated discussion, in which the rival claims of Hervé and Planquette were forcibly argued. Many cigarettes were smoked, and not until the packet was emptied did it occur to them that only one 'wheeze' had been found. 'I never can do anything without a cigarette; do try to find me one in the next room, Kate, dear. Listen, Montgomery, we've got "Baillie, you've a fat head." That'll do very well for a beginning; but I'm not good at finding wheezes.' 'And then I can say, "Baillie, you've a fine head,"' said Kate, who had been listening dreamily for a long time, afraid to interrupt.