"Of course not," I agreed; "and between ourselves, I don't think the charity got very much.

Expenses, when you come to add refreshments and one thing and another, mount up.
But I fancy they rather liked my Talbot Champneys." He replied that he had been present at the performance, and had made his own report.
I also reminded him of the four balcony seats I had taken for the monster show at His Majesty's in aid of the Fund for the Destitute British in Johannesburg.

Not all the celebrated actors and actresses announced on the posters had appeared, but all had sent letters full of kindly wishes; and the others--all the celebrities one had never heard of--had turned up to a man.

Still, on the whole, the show was well worth the money.

There was nothing to grumble at.
There were other noble deeds of mine.