Do you want me to take the
part of Charlotte Corday?"
"That's a different story and a different century," said Clovis;
"the dramatic unities forbid one to lay a scene in more than one
century at a time. The killing in this case has to be done by
Clytemnestra."
"Rather a pretty name. I'll do that part. I suppose you want to
be Aga--whatever his name is?"
"Dear no. Agamemnon was the father of grown-up children, and
probably wore a beard and looked prematurely aged. I shall be his
charioteer or bath-attendant, or something decorative of that
kind. We must do everything in the Sumurun manner, you know."
"I don't know," said the Baroness; "at least, I should know better
if you would explain exactly what you mean by the Sumurun manner."
Clovis obliged: "Weird music, and exotic skippings and flying
leaps, and lots of drapery and undrapery. Particularly
undrapery."
"I think I told you the County are coming. The County won't stand
anything very Greek."
"You can get over any objection by calling it Hygiene, or limb-
culture, or something of that sort. After all, every one exposes
their insides to the public gaze and sympathy nowadays, so why not
one's outside?"
"My dear boy, I can ask the County to a Greek play, or to a
costume play, but to a Greek-costume play, never.
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