very meek, very silent, and loaded with parcels. And he was followed, in his turn, by a frightened little nursemaid, carrying a fat baby, also screaming. All the children screamed.
"Capital byplay!" said the old man aside. "Did you notice the nursemaid's look of terror? It was simply perfect!"
"You have struck quite a new vein," I said. "To most of us Life and its pleasures seem like a mine that is nearly worked out."
"Worked out!" exclaimed the Earl. "For any one with true dramatic instincts, it is only the Overture that is ended! The real treat has yet to begin. You go to a theatre, and pay your ten shillings for a stall, and what do you get for your money? Perhaps it's a dialogue between a couple of farmers——unnatural in their overdone caricature of farmers' dress——more unnatural in their constrained attitudes and gestures——most unnatural in their attempts at ease and geniality in their talk. Go instead and take a seat in a third-class railway-carriage, and you'll get the same dialogue done to the life! Front-seats——no orchestra to block the view——and nothing to pay!"
