... DONEC GKATUS EEAM TIBL Me. Riciiahd Marsland Mrs. Richard Marsland A Guard. Scene A railway carriage. Mrs. Marsland alone. GUARD. Here you are, Sir. Quick as you can, please. Right away, there! [Enter Marsland hurriedly. RICHARD MARSLAND. Good heavens-- Kitty! Mrs. Marsland [in a freezing tone). I heg your pardon K. M. I beg yours, I am sure. I should have said, if I spoke at all, Mrs. ...

... BEBE. Scene A lumber-room in a large London house. Time A winter afternoon. Mrs. James Walton Captain Graham. She You said you didn't mind dust and cobwebs, so here they are. Don't you dare to sneeze! He. Shouldn't think of sneezing. She. Good boy! It was a brilliant idea of yours to think of that old fancy dress which I wore years ago at the Militia ball. He. Before you were married, Bebe. ...

... A CEUCIAL TEST. A DIALOGUE. Characters: A Sportsman; a Pretty Woman. Scene: Close of a wet First in a shooting-box. The speakers sit before a hall fire. A click of billiard-balls resounds from an open door. SHE (to herself). A drenching walk over a turnip-field in the morning; an afternoon in the house yawning; an evening of men sleepy and stupid as owls! He {to himself). A frosty spring, a ...

... . Siie A modern young woman. IIe A would-be poet. Scene A dinner party. She (suddenly). Have you been to the south this year? He (startled). The south? Oh! --er --the south of what? She (surprised). Why, the south of France-- the Riviera. He (smiling weakly). Oh 110, 110 I didn't. She (enthusiastically). I love Monte Carlo. So much excitement Such a good carnival Such splendid battles He (at ...

... . Afternoon Tea at Mes. Lightly's. LADY VIÈRE It's a most unfortunate case, of course. She really was a very charming little woman. MISS PASSÉE Oh, I don't know; there was always some thing I didn't care for about her. Lady VirteiiE. {Suavely.) I dare say, my dear; she was extremely pretty, you know. Miss Passer. {With a wry smile.) Of course that was a question of taste. I al ways thought her ...

... . Train at Main Line departure platform. Heads out of every window small croivd to see the heads go off. Engine, knowing it has to leave in ten minutes, is taking a good square meal nf finals. Young Lady on platform). Well, good-bye, 'Arryut. They kiss.) Remember me to all, won't you Harriet (in carriage). I won't forget. Waggishly Give my best love to your friend, Mr. Thing-me-bob, when you ...

... COAIEDY THEATRE. FEW even of those who thought most highly of Mr. Sydney Grundy's pretty play, Sowing the Wind, would have ex pected that its revival so short a time after its original production would be received with the enthusiasm aroused by its repetition on Saturday last at the Comedy. This revival was avowedly a stop-gap, necessitated by the kind of adverse circumstances over which no ...

... . THE form of a theatrical entertainment known as a triple bill is quite a novelty at the Lyceum, where if somewhat lack ing in the dignity associated with the house, its variety is cer tainly not unwelcome. Moreover it affords Mr. Irving an oppor tunity for a rare display of versatility in studies of strongly marked character. Proceedings begin with Bygones, a little play by Mr. Pinero, ...

... . EVERY one was glad to hear that a new play had been written by Mr. R. C. Carton, an author whose sympathetic and graceful stage-work is understood to have been fre quently interfered with by ill-health. The mark made by this young dramatist with his Sunlight and Shadow, and still more by his Liberty Hall, was of the utmost promise, and it was hoped on all sides that his Home Secretary at the ...

... . Two Gentlemen of Verona, Mr. Daly's latest Shakespearean revival, is given by him in the same spirit as that which has actutated his previous efforts of classical reproduction. His methods are essentially light and modern; he introduces a musical number whenever he gets the least excuse for doing so; he goes in for very pretty scenery and very picturesque costumes; he provides a weak company ...

... . T i -\t iv -Early Spring Scene I. The Man's chambers in Dawn Street Piccadilly. On a sofa in front of the f re The Man. idly turning over a heap of unopened letters. .It his elbow a girl, holding a tray. The Man (wearily). Well, what u it, Sallie Saei. IK. Your egg-flip, Sir. The Man. Was it five or ten minutes ago you brought me the beef-tea Sa i.i.ik (resolutely). The doctor said you were ...

... . A HEARTY welcome was assured for the enterprise of the young manager who reopened his father's popular little theatre on Monday night. The London playgoing public has a long and loyal memory, and was sure to have a kindly greeting in in store for a son of an old favourite like John Sleeper Clarke, especially if that son's face and method suggest his parentage so unmistakably as did Mr. ...