"Your work is a revelation and great object lesson to the students of the drama, the commingling of the older and younger elements only lends a charm to the works of the grand master and," Again the pause, and on his awakening after this last standing siesta, he discovered my presence. "Ah, Nattie, I hear splendid reports of your Sir Lucius O'Trigger." I inquired from whom as I had been kept in ignorance of any. He said from everyone. "And now, my good friend," said Sol, addressing Jefferson, "I must leave you as I don't want to miss Nat's first scene, the opening of the second act." Bowing, he made his exit, his left hand deftly placed upon the wall of the room as he guided himself in a somewhat circuitous way to the door. As he was bent directly opposite, I went to his assistance and led him outside, detecting a slight odor of what seemed to me gin fizzes. I bade him adieu and returned to my dressing table. Jefferson appeared much gratified. "Sol is awfully pleased apparently and was most gracious," he said. I answered, "Yes, for a tired man, Sol spoke remarkably well." Jefferson, who was very literal, asked, "Is Sol tired?" I replied, "He ought to be with that load he is carrying." Said Jefferson, "What load is he carrying?" "A basket of lovely peaches," quoth I. "I didn't notice he had a parcel with him," replied Jefferson. "He is tanked up to the collar button," I said. "Oh, what a lovely skate he has!" "Tanked up to the collar button and skate? What the devil are you talking about. You have a vernacular, my dear Nat, that requires translation. What are you talking about?" "Didn't you notice his condition?" I asked. "He's loaded to the eyebrows." "Tight?" asked Jefferson. "As a new drum," I replied. "I can't realize it," said Jefferson. "My eyesight prevented my scanning his face as accurately as I could wish. I noticed his conversation was a bit measured, but very well expressed. I can't believe he was under the influence of liquor. Are you sure?" I replied with much pride in my delivery, "You can't deceive an artist." Jefferson simply screamed at this remark and during the afternoon repeated the incident several times to each and every member of the company. It met with so much favor and seemed to amuse the people to such an extent that for several years, by imitating both Sol and Jefferson, I made it one of the best stories of my repertoire.