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more sympathetic for an act like theirs than a man.
“You’re right, Stevens,” said Mr. Savoy. “They tell me Mary Garden’s got a valet, but as for me, I contend it takes a woman to understand a woman’s clothes.”
“Mr. Eltinge had a Jap for years, but now that he’s tried a woman he wouldn’t have any other sex in his dressing room,” Mrs. Jones herself attested.
“Besides,” Mr. Brennan contributed, “you can’t depend on a man in a show like this, with so many girls in it. Just when you want him to lace you up he’s out in the wings -with the women.”
“And why put temptation in the poor devil’s way?” cried Mr. Savoy to all Randolph street; and for me, he added, “Anyhow, Steve, I always feel safer in a woman’s hands.”
That was Bert Savoy’s character, and he was going to stick to it !
“Believe me, Ashton,” Mr. Savoy was saying, and saying passionately, as Mrs. Jones helped him with a change, “it’s the women that lead me on to say the awful things I say on the stage. Out in front they lead me on with their knowing laughter, and from home they write or telephone me little feminine things which they have heard and which they think will betray womankind in our act. One of the chorus girls was telling me to-day that she’d asked a new chorus girl if she’d ever seen Grant’s tomb, and she answered she didn’t know he had one.”
“But there’s nothing bold in that one,” Mr. Brennan objected. “Tell him about the girl that took the man out to dinner where the lights were dim and the music soft and the wine cold, and he said, ‘I’ve never been in a place like this before,’ and she said, ‘My God ! I’m out with an amateur!’ ”