_His Aunt (with enthusiasm)._ Of course--_how_ interesting this is, isn't it?--seeing all these celebrated persons exactly as they were in life! Now read who he _was_, JOHN, please. _The Int. Person._ FROUDE tells a curious incident about---- _Flippant P._ I tell you what it is, old chap, if you read so much history, you'll end by _believing_ it! _The Int. P. (pausing before the Shakspeare portraits.)_ "He was not for an age, but for all time." _The Fl. P._ I suppose that's why they've painted none of them alike. _A Person with a talent for Comparison._ MARY, come here a moment. Do look at this--"ELIZABETH, Lady HOBY"--did you _ever_ see such a likeness? _Mary._ Well, dear, I don't quite---- _The Person with &c._ It's her living image! Do you mean to say you really don't recognise it?--Why, _Cook_, of course! _Mary._ Ah! (_apologetically_)--but I've never seen her dressed to _go out_, you know. _The Uncle._ "No. 13, Sir ROWLAND HILL, Lord Mayor, died 1561"---- _Tommy (anxious to escape the threatened chapters if possible)._ I know about _him_, Uncle, he invented postage stamps! OVER THE CASES. _First Patronising P._ "A Tooth of Queen KATHERINE PARR." Dear me! very quaint. _Second P. P. (tolerantly)._ And not at all a bad tooth, either. _'Arriet (comes to a case containing a hat labelled as formerly belonging to_ HENRY THE EIGHTH). 'ARRY, look 'ere; fancy a king going about in a thing like that--pink with a green feather! Why, I wouldn't be seen in it myself! _'Arry._ Ah, but that was ole 'ENERY all over, that was; _he_ wasn't one for show. He liked a quiet, unassumin' style of 'at, he did. "None of yer loud pot 'ats for Me!" he'd tell the Royal 'atters; "find me a tile as won't attract people's notice, or you won't want a tile yerselves in another minute!" An' you may take yer oath they served him pretty _sharp_, too! _'Arriet (giggling)._ It's a pity they didn't ask you to write their Catalogue for 'em. _The Aunt._ JOHN, you're not really _looking_ at that needlework--it's QUEEN ELIZABETH'S own work, JOHN. Only look how wonderfully fine the stitches are. Ah, she was a truly _great_ woman! I could spend hours over this case alone. What, closing are they, _already_? We must have another day at this together, JOHN--just you and I. _John._ Yes, Aunt. And now--(_thinks there is just time to call on the_ CHESTERTONS, _if he goes soon_)--can I get you a cab, or put you into a 'bus, or anything? _His Aunt._ Not just yet; you must take me somewhere where I can get a bun and a cup of tea first, and then we can go over the Catalogue together, and mark all the things we _missed_, you know. [JOHN _resigns himself to the inevitable rather than offend his wealthy relative; the_ Intelligent Person _comes out, saying he has had "an intellectual treat," and intends to "run through_ FROUDE _again" that evening_. 'ARRY _and_ 'ARRIET _depart to the "Ocean Wave" at_ HENGLER'S. _Gallery gradually clears as Scene closes in._