I Was Beautiful. Now, Because

I Am Happy As Happiness Goes, For A Woman Who Has So Many Memories And Who Lives The Lonely Life Of An Actress

It Was So Kind Of You To Mention That I Don't Wear Stays. What's The Point? If You Squeeze It In At One Point, It Only Comes Out At The Other.

I've Put In As Many As 40 Weeks A Year On Stage. It Is Lonely And Restricted, As All Artistic Life Must Necessarily Be.

A Complete Transformation Seemed To Have Place In My Life Overnight. It Was Quite Staggering, And Thenceforward Visitors And Invitations Continued To Pour In Daily Until They Became A Source Of Grievance To Our Landlady, Who Was Obliged To Engage An Extra Servant To Respond To The Battering Of Powdered Footmen On Her Humble And Somewhat Flimsy Door.

I Was Beautiful. Now, Because I Am Old, I Take No Shame In So Saying.