(_A Dramatic Fragment from Drury Lane._) SCENE--_The Auditorium of the National Theatre. Present the customary throng. A performance on the stage is occupying the spectators' wrapt attention. Newly-married couple in stalls holding a discussion in undertones._ _Angelina._ I am so glad, dear, you did not get a book of the words. It will be such a capital exercise for my Italian. I find that I can understand every word. _Edwin_ (_happy to have saved the expense of purchasing a translated libretto_). Quite so, dear. You can tell me what they are doing. _Ang._ Certainly, dear. Look, they are now having supper. You see, the heroine called for candles, and the waiter put them on the table. And now they are talking about things in general. And that is _Armande_. And don't you see _Marguerite_ is ill. _Edwin._ Yes; she is fainting in front of a window. _Ang._ Exactly. Italian is so easy--almost like English. She gives him a flower, and he goes away. He says adieu, and then the curtain falls. _Edwin_ Was that in Italian too? _Ang._ Don't be absurd. (_They discuss things in general, until the curtain rises on the Second Act._) Look, it is the same scene. You see, they are engaged. She is making love to him. _Edwin._ Is that why he is sitting in a chair with his back to the audience while _Marguerite_ strokes his hair? _Ang._ Yes. While she is stroking his hair she is saying how fond she is of him. And now he is telling her how fond he is of her. _Edwin_ (_after a quarter of an hour_). What are they saying? _Ang._ Oh, just the same thing over and over again. The Italian language is so beautiful. "Oh, _Armande_!" She calls him by his Christian name. She is so attached to him. _Edwin._ But what was the meaning of that? _Ang._ (_at the end of the Act_). Oh, don't you see, he said something that pleased her. Then she kissed him. Really, I had no idea how easy Italian was. Of course, one understands it from knowing French. (_Entr'acte passes as before, and curtain rises on Act Three._) Ah, here we are at Auteuil. Yes, and here comes _Marguerite_ with some flowers. Isn't it interesting? _Edwin._ Isn't this piece rather like the _Traviata_? _Ang._ I don't know. But I never saw the Opera. And there, that old gentleman has come to call upon _Marguerite_. _Edwin._ Why, of course, like the old chap with the baritone song. Now I begin to understand Italian myself. _Ang._ Do you, dear? Well, you see, he was going to be rude, and then they made it up, and she gave him a chair. And there, do you see? she leaves a letter for _Armande_. It is for him to read. And now she leaves him. And he is reading the letter. _Edwin._ And doesn't seem to like it. And there's the old chap (_without the song_), and he is consoling him.