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entered the room that if the holidays were to last much longer and
those twins did not hurry up and get their teeth quickly； he should
have to go away and join the County Council。 He could not stand the
racket。
His wife said she could not see what he had to complain of。 She was
sure better…hearted children no man could have。
Our friend said he didn't care a straw about their hearts。 It was
their legs and arms and lungs that were driving him crazy。
He also said that he would go out with us and get away from it for a
bit； or he should go mad。
He proposed a theater； and we accordingly made our way toward the
Strand。 Our friend； in closing the door behind him； said he could not
tell us what a relief it was to get away from those children。 He said
he loved children very much indeed； but that it was a mistake to have
too much of anything； however much you liked it； and that he had come
to the conclusion that twenty…two hours a day of them was enough for
any one。
He said he did not want to see another child or hear another child
until he got home。 He wanted to forget that there were such things as
children in the world。
We got up to the Strand and dropped into the first theater we came to。
The curtain went up； and on the stage was a small child standing in
its nightshirt and screaming for its mother。
Our friend looked； said one word and bolted； and we followed。
We went a little further and dropped into another theater。
Here there were two children on the stage。 Some grown…up people were
standing round them listening； in respectful attitudes； while the
children talked。 They appeared to be lecturing about something。
Again we fled； swearing； and made our way to a third theater。 They
were all children there。 It was somebody or other's Children's
Company performing an opera； or pantomime； or something of that sort。
Our friend said he would not venture into another theater。 He said he
had heard there were places called music…halls； and he begged us to
take him to one of these and not to tell his wife。
We inquired of a policeman and found that there really were such
places； and we took him into one。
The first thing we saw were two little boys doing tricks on a
horizontal bar。
Our friend was about to repeat his customary programme of flying and
cursing； but we restrained him。 We assured him that he would really
see a grown…up person if he waited a bit； so he sat out the boys and
also their little sister on a bicycle and waited for the next item。
It turned out to be an infant phenomenon who sang and danced in
fourteen different costumes； and we once more fled。
Our friend said he could not go home in the state he was then； he felt
sure he should kill the twins if he did。 He pondered for awhile； and
then he thought he would go and hear some music。 He said he thought a
little music would soothe and ennoble himmake him feel more like a
Christian than he did at that precise moment。
We were near St。 James' Hall； so we went in there。
The hall was densely crowded； and we had great difficulty in forcing
our way to our seats。 We reached them at length； and then turned our
eyes toward the orchestra。
〃The marvelous boy pianistonly ten years old！〃 was giving a recital。
Then our friend rose and said he thought be would give it up and go
home。
We asked him if he would like to try any other place of amusement； but
he said 〃No。〃 He said that when you came to think of it； it seemed a
waste of money for a man with eleven children of his own to go about
to places of entertainment nowadays。
THE COMIC LOVERS。
Oh； they are funny！ The comic lovers' mission in life is to serve as
a sort of 〃relief〃 to the misery caused the audience by the other
characters in the play； and all that is wanted now is something that
will be a relief to the comic lovers。
They have nothing to do with the play； but they come on immediately
after anything very sad has happened and make love。 This is why we
watch sad scenes on the stage with such patience。 We are not eager
for them to be got over。 Maybe they are very uninteresting scenes； as
well as sad ones； and they make us yawn； but we have no desire to see
them hurried through。 The longer they take the better pleased we are：
we know that when they are finished the comic lovers will come on。
They are always very rude to each other； the comic lovers。 Everybody
is more or less rude and insulting to every body else on the stage；
they call it repartee there！ We tried the effect of a little stage
〃repartee〃 once upon some people in real life； and we wished we hadn't
afterward。 It was too subtle for them。 They summoned us before a
magistrate for 〃using language calculated to cause a breach of the
peace。〃 We were fined 2 pounds and costs！
They are more lenient to 〃wit and humor〃 on the stage； and know how to
encourage the art of vituperation。 But the comic lovers carry the
practice almost to excess。 They are more than rudethey are abusive。
They insult each other from morning to night。 What their married life
will be like we shudder to think！
In the various slanging matches and bullyragging competitions which
form their courtship it is always the maiden that is most successful。
Against her merry flow of invective and her girlish wealth of
offensive personalities the insolence and abuse of her boyish adorer
cannot stand for one moment。
To give an idea of how the comic lovers woo； we perhaps cannot do
better than subjoin the following brief example：
_SCENE： Main thoroughfare in populous district of London。 Time：
Noon。 Not a soul to be seen anywhere。_
_Enter comic loveress R。； walking in the middle of the road。_
_Enter comic lover L。； also walking in the middle of the road。_
_They neither see the other until they bump against each other in
the center。_
HE。 Why； Jane！ Who'd a' thought o' meeting you here！
SHE。 You evidently didn'tstoopid！
HE。 Halloo！ got out o' bed the wrong side again？ I say； Jane； if you
go on like that you'll never get a man to marry you。
SHE。 So I thought when I engaged myself to you。
HE。 Oh！ come； Jane； don't be hard。
SHE。 Well； one of us must be hard。 You're soft enough。
HE。 Yes； I shouldn't want to marry you if I weren't。 Ha！ ha！ ha！
SHE。 Oh； you gibbering idiot！ （_Said archly。_）
HE。 So glad I am。 We shall make a capital match （_attempts to kiss
her_）。
SHE （_slipping away_）。 Yes； and you'll find I'm a match that can
strike （_fetches him a violent blow over the side if the head_）。
HE （_holding his jawin a literal sense； we mean_）。 I can't help
feeling smitten by her。
SHE。 Yes； I'm a bit of a spanker； ain't I？
HE。 Spanker。 I call you a regular stunner。 You've nearly made me
silly。
SHE （_laughing playfully_）。 No； nature did that for you； Joe； long
ago。
HE。 Ah； well； you've made me smart enough now； you boss…eyed old cow；
you！
SHE。 Cow！ am I？ Ah； I suppose that's what makes me so fond of a
calf； you German sausage on legs！ You
HE。 Go along。 Your mother brought you up on sour milk。
SHE。 Yah！ They weaned y