[A companion picture to Mr. Edward Knoblauch's play, My Lady's Dress.]
Prologue.
William and Mary have returned from the Royalty Theatre, where they have attended a play in several scenes each representing some incident in the making of a lady's dress.
William (for the ninth time). Capital dinner we had to-night, dear. Don't know when I've had a better.
Mary. Oh, bother your old dinner. What did you think of the play?
William. H'm, not bad. Don't know that I care about those dream plays. (After deep thought) Capital caviare, that.
Mary (annoyed). You think of nothing but your food. Didn't you think Dennis Eadie was splendid?
William. Very clever. A remarkable tour de force. H'm. Capital whitebait, too. Did you notice the saddle of lamb, my love? Capital.
Mary. I thought it was all very novel and interesting.
William. The dinner, my dear? Not exactly novel, but certainly——