Angeline’s Adorable Adieu
It was with real regret that our interviewer rose to take his leave of the dancing idol. The great diva, reclining on the great divan, had given us such a charming close-up of her soul that, for a moment, we felt specially privileged. And then, a fatal moment! we noted, behind the arras, and protruding beyond the lower right-hand cushion, a smartly shod male foot—a well-rounded male knee, and we realized instinctively that others beside ourselves had found Mlle. Etoille—adorable.