Alth. No, Cissie, you mustn't, if it's on my account. I won't let you! [She holds her back.
Mrs. M. But, Thea, think. How would you like this Mr. Curphew to know that——?
Alth. (releasing her suddenly). Mr. Curphew! What does it matter to me what Mr. Curphew——? ... There, Colonel Merridew has gone, Cissie, I heard the door shut. It's too late—and I'm glad of it. We shall go to the Eldorado and hear Walter Wildfire after all! [End of Scene VIII.
THAT BORE THE MAJOR!
Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens. Once Again!—M. Zola said "he would give forty Hyde Parks for one Bois de Boulogne." Bravo! So would all Londoners, especially equestrians, who year after year quietly put up with that one Rotten Row ride, and do not unite in their hundreds to petition "the authorities" (mysterious power!) for the opening of a ride through Kensington Gardens from south to north, and for a few "alleys" under the broad spreading trees, where now sometimes a few sheep, and sometimes a nursery maid and her charge, do stray. A "proposition" logically precedes a "rider;" in this case the proposition should come from the riders.