"Miss Lily? Hmm... I seem to have heard that name somewhere..."
Arthur pondered for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands as if recalling something, "Ah! I remember now. The manager of the Alhambra theater highly recommended this young lady to me, but unfortunately, she was on leave that day, so I couldn't witness her elegance and demeanor in person."
Conroy still maintained his Oxford accent, but the slight break in his voice betrayed his anxious mood, "That's truly a pity, but if you have the time, you should really find another occasion to watch her performance. Her light dance steps, the subtle expressions when she spins, she's simply born for the stage. That tension mixing devotion and rebellion is like Beatrice walking out from Dante's Divine Comedy!"
Seeing Conroy's keen interest in the leading actress, Arthur instead showed hesitation.
