That is Mrs. Legion!--one of the hardest nuts that Lord DEVONPORT has to crack. She doesn't hold with Lords poking their noses into people's kitchens, anyway. That's not her idea of how Lords ought to behave. Lords not only ought to be gentlefolk, and be fed and waited upon and live in affluent idleness, but super-gentlefolk. But then she doesn't hold with many modern things. She doesn't (for one) hold with the War. * * * * * [Illustration: _Sergeant-Major_. "AIN'T YOU GOT THAT BIVVY BUILT YET, ME LAD? GAWD BLESS MY SOUL, I COULD HA' KNITTED IT IN HALF THE TIME."] * * * * * AT THE PLAY. "WANTED A HUSBAND." You will easily guess that a comedy (or farce) in which a woman is reduced to advertising in the Press for a husband belongs to the ante-bellum era, before the glad eye of the flapper became a permanent feature of the landscape. Indeed Mr. CYRIL HARCOURT'S play might belong to just any year since the time when women first began to write those purple tales of passion that are so bad for the morals of the servants' hall. It was simply to get copy for this kind of stuff that _Mabel Vere_ (most improbably pretty in the person of Miss GLADYS COOPER) advertised for a husband, for this post had already been assigned to the dullest and stuffiest of _fiances_. I dare not think how the theme might have been treated in French hands, but Mr. HARCOURT is very firm about the proprieties. My only fear was that the gallery might mistake his rather second-rate people for gentlefolk. In what kind of club, I wonder, do members reply to matrimonial advertisements and make bets about the result of their applications? I should be sorry to think that anybody attributes such conduct to the _habitues_ of the Athenaeum. [Illustration: THE DISCOMFITURE OF A KITCHEN LOTHARIO. _Captain Corkoran_ ......... MR. MALCOLM CHERRY. _Adams_ (_a butler_) ....... MR. ERNEST HENDRIE. _Mabel Vere_ ............... MISS GLADYS COOPER.]