know--it always stirs me. I was very much
amused at an incident which occurred to me the other day. I was playing
in York, so on Sunday I went to the Minster as usual; on the following
day, a man I knew came up to me and said, quite in good faith, 'Why, I
saw you in church yesterday, and you were behaving quite quietly!' Just
as though he had expected me to go in costume, and behave as though I
were on the stage. But that is one of the ridiculous ideas that people
get into their heads about actors. Still, I think, all that kind of
thing is dying down now-a-days."

[Illustration: TOOLE AND IBSEN.]

[Illustration: MR. TOOLE AS CALEB PLUMMER IN "DOT."]

[Illustration: THE LIBRARY.]

[Illustration: "IT'S A ROTTEN SYSTEM."]

[Illustration: MR. TOOLE IN HIS DRESSING ROOM.]

[Illustration: MR. TOOLE AS "PAUL PRY."]

[Illustration: THE DINING ROOM.]

[Illustration: MR. TOOLE AS "REV. AMINADAB SLEEK."]

[Illustration]

NOVEL NOTES.

BY JEROME K. JEROME. ILLUSTRATIONS BY J. GUeLICH.

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PART XII.

How much more of our--fortunately not very valuable--time we devoted to
this wonderful novel of ours I cannot exactly say. Turning the
dogs'-eared leaves of the dilapidated diary that lies before me, I find
the record of our later gatherings confused and incomplete. For weeks
there does not appear a single word. Then comes an alarmingly
business-like minute of a meeting at which there were--"Present:
Jephson, MacShaugnassy, Brown, and Self"; and at which the "Proceedings
commenced at 8.30." At what time the "proceedings" terminated, and what
business was done, the chronicle, however, sayeth not; though, faintly
pencilled in the margin of the page, I trace these hieroglyphics:
"3.14.9--2.6.7," bringing out a result of "1.8.2." Evidently an
unremunerative night.

[Illustration: "TEARS STREAMING DOWN."]

On September thirteenth, we seem to have become suddenly imbued with
energy to a quite remarkable degree, for I read that we "Resolved to
start the first chapter at once"--"at once" being underlined. After this
spurt, we rest until October fourth, when we "Discussed whether it
should be a novel of plot or of character," without--so far as the diary
affords indication--arriving at any definite decision. I observe that on
the same day, "Mac told story about a man who accidentally bought a
camel at a sale." Details of the story are, however, wanting, which,
perhaps, is fortunate for the reader.

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