During the third act this air of wisdom and learning broke down badly. In the middle of the ballad, “Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,” she remembered Johnnie, and whispered to Drake how ill he had been when they left the hospital. And when it was over, and Benedick protested that the song had been vilely sung, she sat back in her seat and said she didn't know how Mr. Irving could say such a thing, for she was sure the boy had sung it beautifully. “But that's the author,” whispered Drake; and then she said wisely: “Oh, yes, I know--Shakespeare, of course.” Then came the liming of the two love-birds, and she declared that everybody was in love in plays of that sort, and that was why she liked them; but as for those people playing the trick, they were very simple if they thought Beatrice didn't know she loved Benedick. Claudio fell woefully in her esteem in other respects also, and when he agreed to spy on Hero she said he ought to be ashamed of himself anyhow. “How ridiculous you are!” said Polly. “It's the author, isn't it?” “Then the author ought to be ashamed of himself, also, for it is unjust and cruel and unnecessary,” said Glory. The curtain had come down again by this time, and the men were deep in an argument about morality in art, Lord Robert protesting that art had no morality, and Drake maintaining that what Glory said was right, and there was no getting to the back of it. But the fourth act witnessed Glory's final vanquishment. When she found the scene was the inside of a church and they were to be present at a wedding, she could not keep still on her seat for delight; but when the marriage was stopped and Claudio uttered his denunciation of Hero, she said it was just like him, and it would serve him right if nobody believed him. “Hush!” said somebody near them. “But they are believing him,” said Glory quite audibly. “Hush! Hush!” came from many parts of the theatre. “Well, that's shameful--her father, too----” began Glory. “Hush, Glory!” whispered Drake; but she had risen to her feet, and when Hero fainted and fell she uttered a cry. “What a girl!” whispered Polly. “Sit down--everybody's looking!” “It's only a play, you know,” whispered Drake; and Glory sat down and said: “Well, yes; of course, it's only a play. Did you suppose----” But she was lost in a moment. Beatrice and Benedick were alone in the church now; and when Beatrice said, “Kill Claudio,” Glory leaped up again and clapped her hands. But Benedick would not kill Claudio, and it was the last straw of all. That wasn't what she called being a great actor, and it was shameful to “sit and listen to such plays. Lots of disgraceful scenes happened in life, but people didn't come to the theatre to see such things, and she would go. “How ridiculous you are!” said Polly; but Glory was out in the corridor, and Drake was going after her.