_Ang._ (_sitting up_). Very well--if you will have it, you must. But you can't really have forgotten how you stood before the footlights, making the most horrible faces, as if you were in front of a looking-glass. All those other creatures were doing it, too; but, oh, EDWIN, yours were far the ugliest--they haunt me still.... I mustn't think of them--I won't! [_Buries her face again._ _Ed._ (_reddening painfully_). No, I say--_did_ I? not really--without humbug, ANGELINA! _Ang._ _You_ know best if it was without humbug! And, after that, he gave you a glass of cuc-cod-liver oil, and--and pup-pup-paraffin, and you dud-drank it up, and asked for more, and said it was the bub-bub-best Scotch whiskey you ever tasted. You oughtn't even to _know_ about Scotch whiskey! _Ed._ I can't know much if I did _that_. Odd I shouldn't remember it, though. Was that all? _Ang._ Oh, no. After that you sang--a dreadful song--and pretended to accompany yourself on a broom. EDWIN, you know you did; you can't deny it! _Ed._ I--I didn't know I _could_ sing; and--did you say on a broom? It's bad enough for me already, ANGELINA, without _howling_! Well, I sang--and what then? _Ang._ Then he put out a cane with a silver top close to your face, and you squinted at it, and followed it about everywhere with your nose; you _must_ have known how utterly idiotic you looked! _Ed._ (_dropping into a chair_). Not at the time.... Well, go on, ANGELINA; let's have it all. What next? _Ang._ Next? Oh, next he told you you were the Champion Acrobat of the World, and you began to strike foolish attitudes, and turn great clumsy somersaults all over the stage, and you always came down on the flat of your back! _Ed._ I _thought_ I felt a trifle stiff. Somersaults, eh? Anything else? (_With forced calm._) _Ang._ I did think I should have _died_ of shame when you danced? _Ed._ Oh, I _danced_, did I? Hum--er--was I _alone_? _Ang._ There were four other wretches dancing too, and you imitated a ballet. You were dressed up in an artificial wreath and a gug-gug-gauze skirt. _Ed._ (_collapsing_). No?? I _wasn't_!... Heavens! What a bounder I must have looked! But I say, ANGIE, it was all _right_. I suppose? I mean to say I wasn't exactly vulgar, or that sort of thing, eh? _Ang._ Not vulgar? Oh, EDWIN? I can only say I was truly thankful _Mamma_ wasn't there! _Ed._ (_wincing_). Now, don't, ANGELINA it's quite awful enough as it is. What beats me is how on earth I came to _do_ it all. _Ang._ You see, EDWIN, I wouldn't have minded so much if I had had the least idea you were like _that_.