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Is that clear?"
She nodded.
"Not one break; not one escapade, Dolly. It's up to you."
"I know it."
"All right, then. What's passed doesn't count. You start in and see what
you can do. They say they drag one about by the hair at those dramatic
schools. If they do, you've got to let 'em. Anyway, things ought to come
easier to you than to some, for you've got a corking education, and you
don't drink sloe-gin, and you don't smoke."
"And I _can_ cook," added the girl gravely, looking at her childish
ringless hands. The rings and a number of other details had been left
behind addressed to the count.
"The trouble will be," said Malcourt, "that you will miss the
brightness and frivolity of things. That kitten won't compensate."
"Do you think so? I haven't had very much of anything--even kittens,"
she said, picking up the soft ball of fur and holding it under her chin.
"You missed the frivolous in life even before you had it. You'll miss it
again, too."
"But I've had it now."
"That doesn't count. The capacity for frivolity is always there.


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