Mr. C.M.  LOWNE was a very passable beau, and made love to Remnant with that rich fruitiness of voice of which he is a past master.  It was her business (as she explained to Tony when he surprised their two faces within kissing distance of each other) to keep Jules in good humour since Tony’s chances depended upon his patronage.  But it couldn’t have helped much to tell Jules with such appalling candour that the shiver produced by his kiss was the same kind as she had once felt when a rat ran over her face during sleep.  However, Jules was not a beau for nothing and could afford this exceptional set-back to one of his many amours.  There was, by the way, an excellent little comedy scene between him and his wife, played by Miss MURIEL POPE with a quiet humour as piquant as her gown.

As Manon, the querulous termagant that Tony had taken for mistress, Miss HILDA MOORE was not very kindly served by her part—­so rudimentary that its highest flight was achieved when, with a Parthian shot, she referred to Tony as a geni-ass.

I will not forecast a limited success for this play, for who would dare to say that there is not always room in the broad British bosom for yet another triumph of sentiment over ideas—­I speak of the play itself and not of the performance?  If only for Miss LOeHR’S sake I could wish that the best of fortune may attend it; for to have worn her hair as she did in the Second Act, out of regard for the period, was a sacrifice as fine as any that women have shown in the course of Armageddon (if I may judge of them by their portraits in the Photographic Press), and she ought to have her reward, bless her heart!  O.S.

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“GENERAL POST.”

It would be easy to make fun of the exaggerations and ultra-simplifications of Mr. TERRY’S new comedy.  It is much pleasanter (and juster) to dwell on its wholesomeness, its easy humour and its effect of honest entertainment.  Not a highbrow adventure, it is not to be judged by highbrow standards.  It is decently in key, and an exceptionally clever cast carried it adroitly over any rough places.  Remarkable, too, as almost the first popular testimonial since the War began to the too-much-taken-for-granted Territorials, who worked in the old days while we scoffed and golfed.  That’s all to the good.

[Illustration:  THE TAILOR WHO DID NOT NEED TO PRESS HIS SUIT.

Sir Dennys Broughton ...  MR. NORMAN MCKINNEL.

Lady Broughton ...  MISS LILIAN BRAITHWAITE.

Edward Smith (tailor) ...  MR. GEORGE TULLY.]