Actorviews (1923)

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The Duncan Sisters and Royalty 73 and said, ‘I’m so glad to see you’re heah — so glad!’ — and grabbed me and danced right off.” ‘‘Does he talk while he dances?” “I should say ! The first thing he said to me was, ‘Well, Miss Rosetta, I think I’ll accept that position you offered me.’ ” “And you must tell Mr. Stevens,” Vivien warns, “what that man — what that strange man” — she is deeply mysterious — “said to you after you’d danced with the Prince.” “I was sitting there,” Rosetta obeys, “when a dark distinguished foreign-looking man leaned over me and said: “ ‘I hear you make a hit at the Gaiety. I’m sorry I can’t see you, but I leave tomorrow.’ “ ‘Oh, I know who you are,’ I said, ‘you’re the King of Spain.’ “‘You know me?’ And he seemed delighted. ‘I want to meet your sister,’ he said.” “Yes,” Vivien lamented, “and the Duke of Manchester had told me in a whisper that I must be sure and make a little bob, which is a curtsy, when I was presented to the King. But I was so scared when he said, ‘Miss Duncan, I want to present you to the King of Spain,’ that I said, ‘How’d do, King?’ and forgot to make a bob. Five minutes later I remembered it and was bobbing all over the place.” “Did you sing — this night?” “At the request of the Prince,” says Rosetta. "And what do you think he asked for? ‘Feather Your Nest.’ And right there, as everywhere else, he sat on the floor by the piano while we harmonized. He’s the sweetest boy over there. And shimmy ! — you ought to