Jim (surprised).  Sovereigns?  No, Sir! (After putting his hand in his pocket, bringing it out dripping, and dolefully regarding the stream of water issuing from his leg.) More like water, Sir.

    [He makes dismal efforts to dry himself, amidst roars of
    laughter.

His Friend.  Old JIM didn’t come best out o’ that!

Hyp. (to JIM).  You don’t feel comfortable? (Emphatic assent from JIM.) Yes, you do, you feel no discomfort whatever.

    [JIM resumes his seat with a satisfied expression.

An Open-minded Spect. Mind yer, if this yere ’Ipnotism can prevent water from being wet, there must be something in it!

Hyp. I will now give you an illustration of the manner in which, by hypnotic influence, a subject can_ be affected with an entirely imaginary pain.  Take this gentleman. (Indicating the unfortunate Mr. MIDGELLY, who is slumbering peacefully.) Now, what pain shall we give him?

A Voice.  Stomach-ache!

    [This suggestion, however, is so coyly advanced that it
    fortunately escapes notice.

Hyp. Tooth-ache?  Very good—­we will give him tooth-ache.

[The Audience receive this with enthusiasm, which increases to rapturous delight when Mr. MIDGELLY’s cheek begins to twitch violently, and he nurses his jaw in acute agony; the tooth-ache is then transferred to another victim, who writhes in an even more entertaining manner, until the unhappy couple are finally relieved from torment.

A Spect. Well, it’s better nor any play, this is—­but he ought to ha’ passed the toothache round the lot of ’em, just for the fun o’ the thing!

Mrs. Midgelly.  I should ha’ thought there was toothache enough without coming here to get more of it, but so long as MIDGELLY’s enjoyin’ himself, I shan’t interfere!

[The Hypnot. has impressed his subjects with the idea that there is an Angel at the other end of the hall, and they are variously affected by the celestial apparition, some gazing with a rapt grin, while others invoke her stiffly, or hail her like a cab.  Mr. MIDGELLY alone exhibits no interest.

Mr. Budkin (to Mrs. M.).  Your ’usband don’t seem to be putting himself out, Angel or no Angel.

Mrs. M. (complacently).  He knows too well what’s due to me, Mr. BUDKIN. I’m Angel enough for him!

Hyp. I shall now persuade this Gentleman that there is a beautiful young lady in green at the door of this hall. (To Mr. M.) Do you see her, Sir?

Mr. M. (rising with alacrity).  I do.  Lovely creature!

[He suddenly snatches up a decanter of water, and invites his invisible charmer, in passionate pantomime, to come up and share it with him—­to the infinite delight of the Audience, and disgust of his Wife.

AFTER THE PERFORMANCE.