"On the _stage_?" Philip asked breathlessly. "On the concert-platform, I _do_ mean! Not low-down music-halls and musical comedies! I'm a singer!" "By Jove!" Philip whispered, "I didn't know you were one of those!" "One of those what?" she asked sharply. "Singers!" he replied innocently. "Why, what?" "Oh, it's all right, what's-your-name!" she said. "Oh, by the way, what _is_ your name?" "Philip, my name is! Philip Massel!" "Quite nice!" she approved. "Mine's Ursula!" "But I heard a lady say 'Mamie!'" She frowned. "Oh, that's only my Jewish name--Mamie Jacobovitch. Of course you'll have heard my professional name, 'Ursula Daventry.' But I don't mind being called Mamie on holidays! But how long," she asked, changing the subject, "did you say you were staying? A fortnight, I suppose? I'm staying three weeks!" "I thought girls weren't supposed to stay at Mrs. Kraft's, are they?" "Oh, it's my precious mother's doing! She's gone off to Chester to help Auntie Bessie have a baby, although what good _she'll_ do ... but I oughtn't to talk to you like this, you're only a kid after all!" "You just said, you know, we're really the same age to all intents and purposes, didn't you?" "Of course I did! Of course we are! Where was I! Oh, yes! Well, and mother's a cousin of Mrs. Hannetstein and Mrs. Hannetstein's a big friend of Mrs. Kraft and there you are. _I'm_ just shunted out of the way! Not wanted in Chester! Not trusted on my own in Doomington! It's filthy! And to be locked up with a lot of old women!" "I hope it won't be so rotten for you after all! If the weather keeps fine----" "Don't be so _hinty_, Philip! But all right, in any case there isn't any real reason why we shouldn't go out together sometimes, is there?--so long as we keep it dark. I suppose Mrs. Kraft would pack me off straight away, the _woman_, if she sniffed that I was carrying on!" "But talking isn't carrying on?" "You have no idea what filthy minds they've got, all of them! But look here, Mr. Philip, we're out on the main road now and those are the back windows of Wenton House. They might be spying out even now, some of them! You can't tell with these females! I'll tell you what, just slip back into the lane and follow on in five minutes, don't you think? Good-bye, Percival, see you to-morrow? _Such_ thanks for rescuing me from the bulls! Good-bye!"