“You barely need illusion. You’re still holding yourself like a man,” said Maud. “Exactly like when you were playing the young man who rescued the nymph. It’s extraordinary.” “It’s part of music-hall.” Violet stepped back and spread her hands. “The audience likes seeing men dressed as women and women dressed as men, so they can laugh over it. Of course, they don’t laugh so merrily when faced with someone who prefers to live in what society thinks of as the wrong clothes all the time.” She was watching Maud as if eager to shock her, but she was a few years too late for that.
