I am not here to disturb your honeymoon with that gandu-actor.

The peg fit so snugly in the hole that it couldn't be pulled out by hand.

But this piece is to be comedy, pure and simple : not comedy of the modern, drawing‐room species, but comedy of the genuine, old‐fashioned sort, wherein even the diabolesque dénouement is not without the true “ comic ” flavour of the mediævalistic stage‐play.

Placing it triumphantly on the mahogany desk before him, he exclaims — “Hooroo! Ho-ooo-roo-ooo ! in a husky voice, and sinks exhausted on a satin divan. “What′s the row, Hiram?” all cry, gathering eagerly about him. “Hooroo! I′m a rich man! I′ve got my patent!”