Actorviews (1923)

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The Second JLind of Mrs. Leslie Carter 109 “You approve?” “I love my dogs. The only unchivalrous treatment that I received this time in Chicago was on account of my dogs. Hotel after hotel refused to take my dogs — the Blackstone, the Drake, the Congress, the Virginia, all the good ones but the Sherman.” “The Sherman has the European idea?” “It has the civilized idea. But I want you to meet my daughter. I want you to meet my three daughters. Mary !” And I was presented to Miss Mary Payne, daughter of Mrs. Carter’s husband, Mr. William Louis Payne, and to Meg and Lizzie, who are beautiful white curly Selyhams. I thought Mrs. Carter said they were Selwyns until she spelled it out for me, and told me that they are derived from the Highlander and the wirehaired terrier. The pampered pups gave me a bored look and curled up at Mrs. Carter’s exquisitely shod feet (Cartier, I thought, might be her shoe man) and went silently to sleep. But Mary Payne was vividly awake, and so was her unrestrained wavy brown hair. I liked Mary Payne; and when Mrs. Carter had done talking about the dogs she told me that she was teaching the child the part of Zaza. “I’m going to make her play it some day. I want her to step into my shoes — when. I suppose they’ll wear out some day ; . . . not that I’ve any thought of retiring. I’ve just got my second wind.” 9 Mr. Payne, a quiet gentleman of considerable dignity, came in and passed the time of day, and went away with Mary and the dogs for a walk by the lake Mrs. Carter has been remembering last year’s New York first night of “The Circle” ; and she told me with