I am no pedant that I should cavil at Mr. JUSTIN HUNTLY MCCARTHY'S re-adjustment of history. It was all for our delight that _Claude Duval_, instead of perishing on the scaffold, should escape from prison, have his freedom confirmed by the KING'S pardon, confound everybody else's knavish tricks and marry the lady of his heart. Nor do I complain that the historic highwayman (as I am credibly informed--for I got the facts from another critic) was only twenty-nine when they hanged him, and that Mr. BOURCHIER is--well, let me say, past the military age, or he wouldn't have been there at all. At the same time he will not mind my saying that, though he brought a very gallant spirit to his work, he lacked something of that resilience which is so desirable a quality in a Chevalier of the Road. Perhaps I liked best in him the quiet restraint with which he met the assaults of _Orange Moll_ upon his loyalty to his lady. He was not given very many good things to say, but he made up for this defect by dropping his aspirates and talking in what I took to be a Serbian accent. [Illustration: RIVER SCENE NEAR WESTMINSTER. _Claude Duval_ (Mr. Bourchier) disposes of his rival, _de Pontac_ (Mr. Murray Carrington) in a riparian duel.] Not much subtlety was asked of Miss KYRLE BELLEW as _Duval's_ lover, _Berinthia_; but she seemed to have learned a little more sincerity and to depend less upon the prettiness of her face and her frocks. Of Miss MIRIAM LEWES as _Orange Moll_ something more was demanded, and I should have enjoyed without reservation her very picturesque performance but for a certain stage-quality in her voice which was out of all consonance with the part she had to play. Mr. JERROLD ROBERTSHAW as _Justice Hogben_ was a most attractive old reprobate; Mr. CHARLES ROCK as a strolling mummer played like the sound actor he is; and indeed the whole cast--and not least in the smallest parts, such as Mr. HARTFORD'S drunken _Gaoler_ and Mr. PEASE'S _Dognose_, with his delightfully unemotional "Ay! ay!"--did very well indeed. If the play opens rather deliberately there is no lack of action when once it gets moving; but it was an exercise of bodies rather than of minds. Swords flashed; barkers were flourished (though they never went off); feet twinkled in the dance, and Mr. MURRAY CARRINGTON took several astounding falls; but wits remained stationary. I do not wish to appear exigent, but as one who likes to be amused as well as entertained I could easily have done with a little more scintillation. O. S. * * * * * "INJER." (To the Author of "The Grand Tour," "Punch," January 26th, 1916.) I read your lines the other day; You got it down in black an' white; You seen them places wot you say; Well, I seen Injer--and you're right. You never know. I took the bob The days o' Mons an' Charley Roy; Flanders, I thought, 'ud do my job, An' me no better than a boy.