ve seen
nobody yet in London. And though I must not be seen, I may look, that
will do no harm. Then there will be the people who come into the box."

"The people who come into the box! but you know us all," said Jock,
astonished, "before we go----"

"You all?" said Bice, with some disdain. "It is easy to see _you_; that
is not what I mean; this will be the first time I put my foot into the
world. The actors, that is nothing. Is it the custom in England to look
much at the play? No, you go to see your friends."

MTutor was on the other side of this strange girl in her black frock. He
took it upon him to reply. He said: "That is the case in some countries,
but not here. In England the play is actually thought of. English actors
are not so good as the French, nor even the Italian. And the Germans are
much better trained. Nevertheless, we do what perhaps no other nation
does. We give them our attention. It is this which makes the position of
the actors more important, more interesting in England."

"Stop a little, stop a little!" cried Sir Tom; "don't let me interrupt
you, Derwentwater, if you are instructing the young ones; but don't
forget the _Comedie Francaise_ and the aristocracy of art."

"I do not forget it," said Mr. Derwentwater; "in that point of view we
are far behind France; still I uphold that nowhere else do people go to
the theatre for the sake of the play as we do; and it is this," he
said, turning to Bice, "that makes it possible that the theatre may be
an influence and a power."

Bice lifted her eyes upon this man with a wondering gaze of contempt.
She gave him a full look which abashed him, though he was so much more
important, so much more intellectual, than she. Then, without deigning
to take any notice, she turned to Jock at her other side. "If that is
all I do not care for going," she said. "I have seen many plays--oh,
many! I like quite as well to read at home. It is not for that I wish to
go; but to see the world. The world, that is far more interesting. It is
like a novel, but living. You look at the people and you read what they
are thinking. You see their stories going on. That is what amuses
me;--but a play on the stage, what is it? People dressed in clothes that
do not belong to them, trying to make themselves look like somebody
else--but they never do. One says--that is not I, but the people that
know--Bravo, Got! Bravo Regnier! It does not matter what parts they are
acting. You do not c