From the Same to the Same, six weeks later.
Dear B.B.,—I hate to trouble you, but as I've heard nothing yet from the management about my comedy I am writing to ask if you can give me any idea of Sir J.B.'s intentions regarding it. Did he say anything that you dare repeat?
Yours, G.S.S.
From Buskin Browne, in answer, a fortnight later.
Dear old Boy,—No chance as yet, as the chief has been away ill. But he comes back on Saturday, when I will mention the farce to him without fail.
Yours "while this machine is to him," BEE-BEE.
From G. Sheridan Smith, to Sir James Benfield, a month later.
Dear Sir,—I was profoundly grieved to learn from a mutual friend that you had been so long on the sick list. Now, however, that you are at work again, and (I trust) fully restored to health, may I hope for a verdict upon my comedy, Men and Munitions, at your earliest convenience?
With warmest congratulations,
I am, Faithfully yours,