Actorviews (1923)

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286 Actorviews comedy,” she told me, “I’m afraid to talk the good old bromides ; I’ve lost the courage of my platitudes.” “Charles Collins told me he said a terrible thing at a party the other day,” I told her. “When a lady said that some one had said she was just like Didcy in the play, the demon critic, before he could catch himself, said, ‘You are.’ ” “1 know,” said Miss Collinge, in sadness as much as in mirth — “it was my party.” But let me tell you it was good for the soul and digestion to hear the acid bite of “Dulcy” intelligently praised by a girl who for three long years had suffered and prospered in the civilization-retarding optimisms of the honey-hearted “glad” girl in “Pollyanna.” “Where’d you get your soft southern speech for Linda Lee in ‘Just Suppose’?” I was asking seriously enough, when she brought out a tiny scale of silvern laughter and cut me off with, “In Dublin, where I was born ; I get all my accents there, and you know I do. I feel I’m irreparably Irish.” “But you’re an American citizen now?” “No,” she answered without hesitation, then hesitated: “I’ve — I’ve put it off — thinking perhaps I’d marry and come into my naturalization automatically.” “Oh, yes,” I said as lightly as I could, “I heard you were engaged. Who is the lucky” — (I wanted to say “stiff” ; my whole vulgar heart was bursting with “stiff”) — “man?” I finally contrived to utter; and found I didn’t need my epithet after all. For she comfortingly replied: “I’m not engaged to any one. My last reported engagement,” she went on with splendid gravity, “was to Charlie Chaplin.” “You’re not going to !” “How can I tell ? I’ve never met him.”