He kneels at her
feet. "You must not die. I am alone at fault. Forgive me sweet angel,
and live." With the only gleam of good sense which she has yet shown,
FROU-FROU refuses to live, and dropping her head heavily on the arm of
the sofa, with a blind confidence that the thickness of her chignon will
save her from a fractured skull, she peremptorily dies.
_Subdued sobs from the audience, with the single exception of the
Jocular Man, who says_--"Well, if that's moral, I don't know what's
immoral; and I did think I had lived long enough in Paris to know that."
With which opinion we heartily coincide, adding also the seriously
critical remark that though Messrs. DAVIDGE and LEWIS play their comic
parts with honest excellence, and though Mr. CLARKE is really a good
actor in spite of his popularity with the ladies of the audience, Miss
ETHEL, upon whom the whole play depends, is so obviously incompetent to
personate a brilliant and _spirituelle_ Parisienne that one wonders at
the popularity of FROU-FROU. The majority of the audience are ladies.
Can it be that they like the play because it teaches that the sins of a
pretty woman should be condoned by her husband, provided she looks well
with her back-hair down?
MATADOR.
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