Magazine 'The Bystander' of the 12th of June 1918, pages 21 until 25., item 5
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The Bystander, June 12, 1918
"ADRIENNE—WHY NOT?" (concluded)
needed all her eloquence to convince her that in
England actresses were ladies, received in the best
society; were, as a class, above typists even in social
position.
"Enfin!" murmured the unconvinced conscientious
objector, "I am no longer surprised at what you
do. C'est la guerre!" "But promise me," she added
emphatically, "by the Virgin, that you will always
be good!"
And Adrienne, bonne Catholique, promised by the
solemn vow.
So that when, some six weeks after her début,
the usual wealthy admirer proffered the usual
diamonds, she could, on declining them (for her
English vocabulary was by this time both adequate
and exhaustive), find a most excellent reply to
the well-remembered and half-anticipated phrase:
"Why Not?"
The young Earl of Chipstead, on returning home
on short leave, was sorely perturbed to find his
financial affairs in a deplorable state. "I never
had a head for figures!" he ruefully admitted;
and betook himself for consolation to "Paris-
London, Express!"
The performance bored him, and his troubles awoke
anew.
"Oh, for a common-sense, middle-class business
head!" blue blood cried, as Adrienne's scene opened.
Since his mood on that occasion did not call for
frills and fluffiness, the sight of the trim little person
in the black tailor-made, the white silk shirt, and the
large black moiré bow (somewhat larger for stage
purposes), refreshed his jaded lordship exceedingly.
"Looks a sensible sort of girl," he mused;
"might have a business head, too; most Frenchwomen
have."
He obtained an introduction with a little difficulty,
for Adrienne, true to her vow, was distant. At supper,
the next evening, he was distrait.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
"Oh, beastly business matters!" answered the
dejected one.
"Tell me, I like business," said the little femme
d'affaires.
And he found himself actually telling her, and this
Oliver Twist of a girl actually asked for more, until
hopeless complexities, as she prompted, and suggested,
and amended with amazing concentration, seemed
almost simple after all.
"Do you think you could marry me, and manage
me and my stupid affairs for life, if you could bear
it?" he asked diffidently three weeks later. And
with a little memory-laden smile:
"Why not?" demanded the future Countess of
Chipstead.
In the language of the telephone: There was no
reply, but a loud buzzing sound.
CHARLOTTE FRANKLYN.
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470
The Bystander, June 12, 1918
"ADRIENNE—WHY NOT?" (concluded)
needed all her eloquence to convince her that in
England actresses were ladies, received in the best
society; were, as a class, above typists even in social
position.
"Enfin!" murmured the unconvinced conscientious
objector, "I am no longer surprised at what you
do. C'est la guerre!" "But promise me," she added
emphatically, "by the Virgin, that you will always
be good!"
And Adrienne, bonne Catholique, promised by the
solemn vow.
So that when, some six weeks after her début,
the usual wealthy admirer proffered the usual
diamonds, she could, on declining them (for her
English vocabulary was by this time both adequate
and exhaustive), find a most excellent reply to
the well-remembered and half-anticipated phrase:
"Why Not?"
The young Earl of Chipstead, on returning home
on short leave, was sorely perturbed to find his
financial affairs in a deplorable state. "I never
had a head for figures!" he ruefully admitted;
and betook himself for consolation to "Paris-
London, Express!"
The performance bored him, and his troubles awoke
anew.
"Oh, for a common-sense, middle-class business
head!" blue blood cried, as Adrienne's scene opened.
Since his mood on that occasion did not call for
frills and fluffiness, the sight of the trim little person
in the black tailor-made, the white silk shirt, and the
large black moiré bow (somewhat larger for stage
purposes), refreshed his jaded lordship exceedingly.
"Looks a sensible sort of girl," he mused;
"might have a business head, too; most French-
women have."
He obtained an introduction with a little difficulty,
for Adrienne, true to her vow, was distant. At supper,
the next evening, he was distrait.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
"Oh, beastly business matters!" answered the
dejected one.
"Tell me, I like business," said the little femme
d'affaires.
And he found himself actually telling her, and this
Oliver Twist of a girl actually asked for more, until
hopeless complexities, as she prompted, and suggested,
and amended with amazing concentration, seemed
almost simple after all.
"Do you think you could marry me, and manage
me and my stupid affairs for life, if you could bear
it?" he asked diffidently three weeks later. And
with a little memory-laden smile:
"Why not?" demanded the future Countess of
Chipstead.
In the language of the telephone: There was no
reply, but a loud buzzing sound.
CHARLOTTE FRANKLYN.
-
470
The Bystander, June 12, 1918
"ADRIENNE—WHY NOT?" (concluded)
needed all her eloquence to convince her that in
England actresses were ladies, received in the best
society; were, as a class, above typists even in social
position.
"Enfin!" murmured the unconvinced conscientious
objector, "I am no longer surprised at what you
do. C'est la guerre!" "But promise me," she added
emphatically, "by the Virgin, that you will always
be good!"
And Adrienne, bonne Catholique, promised by the
solemn vow.
So that when, some six weeks after her début,
the usual wealthy admirer proffered the usual
diamonds, she could, on declining them (for her
English vocabulary was by this time both adequate
and exhaustive), find a most excellent reply to
the well-remembered and half-anticipated phrase:
"Why Not?"
The young Earl of Chipstead, on returning home
on short leave, was sorely perturbed to find his
financial affairs in a deplorable state. "I never
had a head for figures!" he ruefully admitted;
and betook himself for consolation to "Paris-
London, Express!"
The performance bored him, and his troubles awoke
anew.
"Oh, for a common-sense, middle-class business
head!" blue blood cried, as Adrienne's scene opened.
Since his mood on that occasion did not call for
frills and fluffiness, the sight of the trim little person
in the black tailor-made, the white silk shirt, and the
large black moiré bow (somewhat larger for stage
purposes), refreshed his jaded lordship exceedingly.
"Looks a sensible sort of girl," he mused;
"might have a business head, too; most French-
women have."
He obtained an introduction with a little difficulty,
for Adrienne, true to her vow, was distant. At supper,
the next evening, he was distrait.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
"Oh, beastly business matters!" answered the
dejected one.
"Tell me, I like business," said the little femme
d'affaires.
And he found himself actually telling her, and this
Oliver Twist of a girl actually asked for more, until
hopeless complexities, as she prompted, and suggested,
and amended with amazing concentration, seemed
almost simple after all.
"Do you think you could marry me, and manage
me and my stupid affairs for life, if you could bear
it?" he asked diffidently three weeks later. And
with a little memory-laden smile:
"Why not?"
-
470
The Bystander, June 12, 1918
"ADRIENNE—WHY NOT?" (concluded)
needed all her eloquence to convince her that in
England actresses were ladies, received in the best
society; were, as a class, above typists even in social
position.
"Enfin!" murmured the unconvinced conscientious
objector, "I am no longer surprised at what you
do. C'est la guerre!" "But promise me," she added
emphatically, "by the Virgin, that you will always
be good!"
And Adrienne, bonne Catholique, promised by the
solemn vow.
So that when, some six weeks after her début,
the usual wealthy admirer proffered the usual
diamonds, she could, on declining them (for her
English vocabulary was by this time both adequate
and exhaustive), find a most excellent reply to
the well-remembered and half-anticipated phrase:
"Why Not?"
The young Earl of Chipstead, on returning home
on short leave, was sorely perturbed to find his
financial affairs in a deplorable state. "I never
had a head for figures!" he ruefully admitted;
and betook himself for consolation to "Paris-
London, Express!"
The performance bored him, and his troubles awoke
anew.
"Oh, for a common-sense, middle-class business
head!" blue blood cried, as Adrienne's scene opened.
Since his mood on that occasion did not call for
frills and fluffiness, the sight of the trim little person
in the black tailor-made, the white silk shirt, and the
large black moiré bow (somewhat larger for stage
purposes), refreshed his jaded lordship exceedingly.
"Looks a sensible sort of girl," he mused;
"might have a business head, too; most French-
women have."
He obtained an introduction with a little difficulty,
for Adrienne, true to her vow, was distant. At supper,
the next evening, he was distrait.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
"Oh, beastly business matters!" answered the
dejected one.
"Tell
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470
The Bystander, June 12, 1918
"ADRIENNE—WHY NOT?" (concluded)
needed all her eloquence to convince her that in
England actresses were ladies, received in the best
society; were, as a class, above typists even in social
position.
"Enfin!" murmured the unconvinced conscientious
objector, "I am no longer surprised at what you
do. C'est la guerre!" "But promise me," she added
emphatically, "by the Virgin, that you will always
be good!"
And Adrienne, bonne Catholique, promised by the
solemn vow.
So that when, some six weeks after her début,
the usual wealthy admirer proffered the usual
diamonds, she could, on declining them (for her
English vocabulary was by this time both adequate
and exhaustive), find a most excellent reply to
the well-remembered and half-anticipated phrase:
"Why Not?"
The young Earl of Chipstead, on returning home
on short leave, was sorely perturbed to find his
financial affairs in a deplorable state. "I never
had a head for figures!" he ruefully admitted;
and betook himself for consolation to "Paris-
London, Express!"
The performance bored him, and his troubles awoke
anew.
"Oh, for a common-sense, middle-class business
head!" blue blood cried, as Adrienne's scene opened.
Since his mood on that occasion did not call for
frills and fluffiness, the sight of the trim little person
in the black tailor-made, the white silk shirt, and the
large black moiré bow (somewhat larger for stage
purposes), refreshed his jaded lordship exceedingly.
"Looks a sensible sort of girl," he mused;
"might have a business head, too; most French-
women have."
He obtained
-
470
The Bystander, June 12, 1918
"ADRIENNE—WHY NOT?" (concluded)
needed all her eloquence to convince her that in
England actresses were ladies, received in the best
society; were, as a class, above typists even in social
position.
"Enfin!" murmured the unconvinced conscientious
objector, "I am no longer surprised at what you
do. C'est la guerre!" "But promise me," she added
emphatically, "by the Virgin, that you will always
be good!"
And Adrienne, bonne Catholique, promised by the
solemn vow.
So that when, some six weeks after her début,
the usual wealthy admirer proffered the usual
diamonds, she could, on declining them (for her
English vocabulary was by this time both adequate
and exhaustive), find a most excellent reply to
the well-remembered and half-anticipated phrase:
"Why Not?"
The young Earl of Chipstead, on returning home
on short leave, was sorely perturbed to find his
financial affairs in a deplorable state. "I never
had a head for figures!" he ruefully admitted;
and betook himself for consolation to "Paris-
London, Express!"
-
470
The Bystander, June 12, 1918
"ADRIENNE—WHY NOT?" (concluded)
needed all her eloquence to convince her that in
England actresses were ladies, received in the best
society; were, as a class, above typists even in social
position.
"Enfin!" murmured the unconvinced conscientious
objector, "I am no longer surprised at what you
do. C'est la guerre!" "But promise me," she added
emphatically, "by the Virgin, that you will always
be good!"
And Adrienne, bonne Catholique, promised by the
solemn vow.
So that when, some six weeks after her début,
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