‘em. And that reminds me, Smart, about that costume of Effie’s in the first act of ‘My Queen.’ Of course you’ll insist — ”

“Don’t talk your horrid shop now, Sullivan,” his wife said; and Sullivan didn’t.

The prelude to the third act was played, and the curtain went up on the bridal chamber of Elsa and Lohengrin. Sir Cyril Smart rose as if to go, but lingered, eying the stage as a general might eye a battle-field from a neighboring hill. The music of the two processions was heard approaching from the distance. Then, to the too familiar strains of the wedding march, the ladies began to enter on the right, and the gentlemen on the left. Elsa appeared amid her ladies, but there was no Lohengrin in the other crowd.