Interviewer: Encouraging!
The Modern Mathews: D.C., my boy, D.C.!
Interviewer: So you're going to send them?
The Modern Mathews: Send what?
Interviewer: The seats—D.C.—dress circle?
The Modern Mathews: D.C.—D.C. in this instance is to remind me that it's deuced cheek! Oh! I give them occasionally. I remember once a couple of seats I gave to a policeman. When I am studying a part I like to take long walks in the country—down the lanes. On one occasion I was learning up my character in Gilbert's play of "Foggerty's Fairy." In the last act I am supposed to be mad. On the other hand, I maintain that the keepers appointed over me are mad and not I. I have to describe a murder I am supposed to have committed, and to go through all the details of the crime. This I did once in a secluded nook in the Hampstead Woods—giving it forth at the top of my voice, thoroughly entering into the spirit of the business. A policeman caught sight of me. He had evidently been watching me for some time. Suddenly he made for me, seized me by the collar, and said he should charge me at the station on my own confession! It took a long time to explain—but I succeeded eventually in putting matters straight with the aid of a sovereign and a couple of seats for the first night of "Foggerty"!
SCENE FROM "DAVID GARRICK."
MISS MARY MOORE. MR. WYNDHAM. MR. GIDDENS.
Taken on the stage of Criterion Theatre at night by Mr. John F. Roberts.