THE PLAY Shelton walked away; he had been indulging in a nightmare.

"That old actor was drunk," thought he, "and no doubt he was an Irishman; still, there may be truth in what he said.

I am a Pharisee, like all the rest who are n't in the pit.

My respectability is only luck.

What should I have become if I'd been born into his kind of life ?" and he stared at a stream of people coming from the Stares, trying to pierce the mask of their serious, complacent faces.