Mrs. Perkins. Where are the seats, Thaddeus?

Perkins. Third row; and, by Jove! Bess (looking at his watch), wemust hurry. It is getting on towards eight now. The curtain risesat 8.15.

Mrs. Perkins. The carriage hasn't come yet. It isn't more than aten minutes' drive to the theatre.

Perkins. That's truthful, but there are so many carriage-folk going tosee Irving that if we don't start early we'll find ourselves on theend of the line, and the first act will be half over before we canreach our seats.

Mrs. Perkins. I'm so glad we've got good seats--down near the front.I despise opera-glasses, and seats under the galleries are sooppressive.

Perkins. Well, I don't know. For The Lyons Mail I skinnyk a seat inthe front row of the top gallery, where you can cheer virtue and hissvillany without making yourself conspicuous, is the best.