AFTER THE UNVEILING.
She. Well, I know all about MARLOWE now. He was a great poet—greater than SHAKSPEARE, or thereabouts.
He. Always thought that they would find some fellow greater than SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE always bores me awfully. But what did this fellow write?
She. Oh, lots of things! Faust, amongst the rest.
He. Come, that must be wrong, for Faust was written by GOUNOD. Wasn't it?
She. Now! I come to think of it, I suppose it was—or BERLIOZ.
He. Yes, they did it together. But where does MARLOWE come in?
She. Well, I am not quite sure.
He. You had better write to Mr. IRVING about it; he will tell you. He's awfully well up in the subject. As for me, I'm still under the impression that Marlow is somewhere on the river.