"Good-night. Thanks awfully for coming, Mrs. Norton Ward! And you too, Judith! Beg pardon? Oh, yes, I hope so--with just a few alterations. Wants a bit of pulling together, doesn't it? What? Oh, yes, only quite a few--one fellow in the gallery really started it. What? Oh, yes, up till then it was all right--Yes, it will be really, I'm sure. Still I wish----" "Move up there!" from the policeman. "All the same I wish--Well, good-night. See you soon, shan't I?" Thus Arthur, outside the Burlington Theatre, bade farewell to the two ladies who had honoured his box with their presence--Arthur very suave, collected, smiling, easy, but rather pale in the face. Under pressure from the policeman, Esther's car drove off. Esther gave a long sigh of relief. Judith had thrown herself back in the other corner. "It was very kind of him to take us," said Esther, "but really what a trying evening, Judith! At first it seemed all right--I laughed anyhow--but then--Oh, of course, they'd no business to boo; it's rude and horrid. I was so sorry for them all--especially that pretty girl and the poor man who worked so hard. Still, you know, I couldn't see that it was _very_ funny." No answer came from Judith's corner. "And a farce ought to be funny, oughtn't it?" Esther resumed. "Some plays one goes to without expecting to be amused, of course, or--or even thrilled, or anything of that sort. One goes to be--to be--well, because of one's interest in the drama. But I always look forward to a farce; I expect to enjoy myself at it." Still no answer from Judith in the corner. "And really I don't think I'll ever go again with anybody who's got anything to do with the play. You felt him expecting you to laugh--and you couldn't! Or you laughed in the wrong place. He didn't laugh much himself, if you come to that. Too anxious perhaps! And when he went out between the acts and came back, and you asked him what the men were saying, and he said, 'Oh, they always try to crab it!'--Well, that didn't make it any more cheerful, did it?" Response being still lacking, and Esther having pretty well exhausted her own impressions of the first night of _Did You Say Mrs.?_ at the Burlington, she peered enquiringly into the other corner of the car. "Are you asleep, Judith?" she asked. "No, I'm not asleep. Never mind me, Esther." "Well, why don't you say something?" "What is there to say?" Esther peered more perseveringly into the corner. Then she stretched out her hand towards the switch of the electric light. "Don't," said Judith, very sharply. Esther's eyes grew wide. "Why, you silly girl, I believe you're----!"