"I’m having one the sixteenth of this month, it’s been announced,” he said.
“Well, I’ll be there,” she said. “I’ll be there, if I possibly can. Oh, who’s that girl in white? I’ve seen her some where.”
“That’s Katherine Burke ['kaeGrin Ьэ:к],” said her host. “Good Heavens,” she said, “is that Katherine Burke? Why, she looks quite different off the stage. I thought she was much better-looking. I had no idea she was so dark. Why, she looks almost like — oh, I think she’s a wonderful actress, don’t you, Mr Williams?”
“Yes, I do,” he said.
“Oh, I do, too,” she said. “Just wonderful. Well, we must give someone else a chance to talk to you. Now, don’t forget, Mr Williams, I’m going to be at that concert if I possibly can. Don’t you forget.”
“I don’t,” he said. “Thank you so much.”
The host took her arm and piloted her into the next room. “Oh, my dear”, she said. “I nearly died! Honestly, I give you my word. Did you hear that terrible break I made? I was just going to say Katherine Burke looked almost like a nigger. I just caught myself in time. Oh, do you think he noticed?”
“I don’t believe so,” said her host.
“Well, thank God,” she said, “because I wouldn’t have hurt him for anything. Why, he’s awfully nice. Nice manners and everything. I felt as natural as I would with anybody. But honestly, I could hardly keep a straight face. I kept thinking of Burton. Oh, wait till I tell Burton I called him ’Mister’!”