The slap-stick comedy, they held, degraded a fine and beautiful art.

Merton was especially severe.

He always felt uncomfortable at one of these regrettable exhibitions when people about him who knew no better laughed heartily.

He had never seen anything to laugh at, and said as much.
They crossed the street and paused at the door of Miss Kearns' shop, behind which were her living rooms.

She would to-night go over Passion's Perils once more and send it to another company.
"I wonder," she said to Merton, "if they keep sending it back because the sets are too expensive.