"I do not comprehend," he said at last, "why the person with the arrested moustaches is hitting so many people with that sack of flour."
"To cause amusement, sir," replied his dragoman. "Look at the laughing faces around you."
"But it is not funny," said the Angel.
"No, indeed," returned his dragoman. "Be so good as to carry your eyes now to the stage on the right, but not for long. What do you see?"
"I see a very red-nosed man beating a very white-nosed man about the body."
"It is a real scream, is it not?"
"No," said the Angel drily. "Does nothing else ever happen on these stages?"
"Nothing. Stay! Revues happen!"
"What are revues?" asked the Angel.
"Criticisms of life, sir, as it would be seen by persons inebriated on various intoxicants."