"We should have ripping fun. You would be Jean MacGregor, captive in the Queen's Bower, but I would climb up at the peril of my neck to rescue you, and you would faint in my strong arms, and wouldn't Grizel get a turn when she came upon you and me whispering sweet nothings in the Lovers' Walk? I think it advisible to say _in writing_ that I would only mean them as nothings (because Grizel is really my one), but so long as they were sweet, what does that matter (at the time); and besides, _you_ could _love me_ genuinely, and I would carelessly kiss your burning tears away. "Corp is a bit fidgety about it, because he says I have two to love me already, but I feel confident that I can manage more than two. "Trusting to see you at the Cuttle Well on Saturday when the eight o'clock bell is ringing, "I am "Your indulgent Commander, "T. SANDYS. "P.S.--Can you bring some of the Lyceum armor with you, and two hard-boiled eggs?" Henry Irving once thought of producing Mr. Barrie's play "The Professor's Love Story." He was delighted with the first act, but when he had read the rest he did not think the play would do for the Lyceum. It was the same with many plays which were proposed for us. The ideas sounded all right, but as a rule the treatment was too thin, and the play, even if good, on too small a scale for the theater. One of our playwrights of whom I always expected a great play was Mrs. Craigie (John Oliver Hobbes). A little one-act play of hers, "Journeys End in Lovers' Meeting"--in which I first acted with Johnston Forbes-Robertson and Terriss at a special matinŽe in 1894--brought about a friendship between us which lasted until her death. Of her it could indeed be said with poignant truth, "She should have died hereafter." Her powers had not nearly reached their limit. Pearl Craigie had a man's intellect--a woman's wit and apprehension. "Bright," as the Americans say, she always managed to be even in the dullest company, and she knew how to be silent at times, to give the "other fellow" a chance. Her _executive_ ability was extraordinary. Wonderfully tolerant, she could at the same time not easily forgive any meanness or injustice that seemed to her deliberate. Hers was a splendid spirit. I shall always bless that little play of hers which first brought me near to so fine a creature. I rather think that I never met any one who _gave out_ so much as she did. To me, at least, she _gave, gave_ all the time. I hope she was not exhausted after our long "confabs." _I_ was most certainly refreshed and replenished. The first performance of "Journeys End in Lovers' Meeting" she watched from a private box with the Princess of Wales (our present Queen) and Henry Irving. She came round afterwards just _burning_ with enthusiasm and praising me for work which was really not good. She spoiled one for other women.