ANOTHER SCENE AT THE PLAY.
(That never should be tolerated.)
Scene—Auditorium of a Fashionable Theatre. Vast majority of the audience deeply interested in the action and dialogue of an excellent piece. Enter a party of Lady Emptyheads into a Private Box.
First Emptyhead (taking off her wraps). I told you there was no necessity to hurry away from dinner. You see they are getting on very well without us.
Second Empt. (seating herself in front of the box). Yes. And it's so much pleasanter to chat than to listen. This piece, they tell me, is full of clever dialogue—so satisfactory to people who like that sort of thing.
Third Empt. (looking round the house with an opera-glass). Why scarcely a soul in the place we know. Well, I suppose everybody is leaving town. Stay, is that Mrs. Evergreen Toffy?
Fourth Empt. (also using her glasses). Why, yes. I wish we could make her see us.
First Empt. Haven't you noticed that you never can attract attention when you want to? Isn't it provoking?
Second Empt. Oh, terribly; and there is Captain Dashalong. Why, I thought he was at Aldershot.
Third Empt. Oh, they always give them leave about this time of the year.