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　　There was another pause. The social note crept into the atmosphereagain. Jill felt the hostess' desire to keep conversationcirculating.
　　"I hear," she said, "that this piece is a sort of Gilbert andSullivan opera."Mr Pilkington considered the point.
　　"I confess," he said, "that, in writing the book, I had Gilbertbefore me as a model. Whether I have in any sense succeeded in . . .""The book," said Mr Trevis, running his fingers over the piano, "isas good as anything Gilbert ever wrote.""Oh come, Rolie!" protested Mr Pilkington modestly,fake uggs for sale.
　　"Better," insisted Mr Trevis. "For one thing, it is up-to-date.""I _do_ try to strike the modern tone," murmured Mr Pilkington.
　　"And you have avoided Gilbert's mistake of being too fanciful.""He was fanciful," admitted Mr Pilkington. "The music," he added, ina generous spirit of give and take, "has all Sullivan's melody with anewness of rhythm peculiarly its own. You will like the music.""It sounds," said Jill amiably, "as though the piece is bound to be atremendous success.""We hope so," said Mr Pilkington. "We feel that the time has comewhen the public is beginning to demand something better than what ithas been accustomed to. People are getting tired of the brainlesstrash and jingly tunes which have been given them by men like WallaceMason and George Bevan. They want a certain polish. . . . It was justthe same in Gilbert and Sullivan's day. They started writing at atime when the musical stage had reached a terrible depth of inanity.
　　The theatre was given over to burlesques of the most idioticdescription. The public was waiting eagerly to welcome something of ahigher class. It is just the same today. But the managers will notsee it. 'The Rose of America' went up and down Broadway for months,knocking at managers' doors.""It should have walked in without knocking, like me," said Jill,UGG Clerance. Shegot up. "Well, it was very kind of you to see me when I came in sounceremoniously. But I felt it was no good waiting outside on thatlanding. I'm so glad everything is settled. Good-bye.""Good-bye, Miss Mariner." Mr Pilkington took her outstretched handdevoutly. "There is a rehearsal called for the ensemble at--when isit, Rolie?""Eleven o'clock, day after tomorrow, at Bryant Hall.""I'll be there," said Jill. "Good-bye, and thank you very much."The silence which had fallen upon the room as she left it, was brokenby Mr Trevis.
　　"Some pip!" observed Mr Trevis.
　　Otis Pilkington awoke from day-dreams with a start.
　　"What did you say?""That girl . . . I said she was some pippin!""Miss Mariner," said Mr Pilkington icily, "is a most charming,refined, cultured, and vivacious girl, if you mean that.""Yes," said Mr Trevis. "That was what I meant!"2.
　　Jill walked out into Forty-second Street, looking about her with theeye of a conqueror. Very little change had taken place in the aspectof New York since she had entered the Gotham Theatre, but it seemed adifferent city to her. An hour ago,mont blanc pens, she had been a stranger, driftingaimlessly along its rapids. Now she belonged to New York, and NewYork belonged to her. She had faced it squarely, and forced from itthe means of living. She walked on with a new jauntiness in herstride.