It bores him infinitely, though he does not say so.

One night, we are at the play.

It is the Prince of Wales's, the one theatre where one may enjoy a pleasant certainty of being rationally amused, of being free from the otherwise universal dominion of _Limelight_ and _Legs_.

The little house is very full; it always is.

Some of the royalties are here, laughing "_a gorge deployee!_" I have been laughing, too; laughing in my old fashion; not in Mrs.Zephine's little rippling way, but with the thorough-paced, unconventional violence with which I used to reward the homely sallies of Bobby and the Brat.