MISS ADAMS writes at length of her weeks in Egypt, for she looked back on them as a blessed interlude. She went there when worn out by work and the resulting insomnia; uncertain of what lay ahead. She came home, having found rest and sleep in Egypt's quiet and vast beauty, and reassurance from the stability of its endless past.
"At the end of the five years, after the season with Quality Street, it became evident that something had to be done. I had no freshness, no spontaneity, my mannerisms were becoming more and more marked and objectionable. Fortunately, no new plays had been written and I was under no obligation to anyone. I had an idea that Shakespeare would not mind if a projected performance of As You Like It were postponed indefinitely. Mr. Frohman was kindness itself, and told me frankly I could go on as I was for a while, but the theatre needed freshness and vitality; the public had been wonderfully kind to me, and I must be careful not to outstay my welcome. Of course, I had always known that a player does not go on forever, but no one ever thinks that he comes under the general rule. I began to realize that it was thought that I was 'through.' "
"I never ceased to be grateful to Mr. Frohman. It could not have been easy to tell such unpleasant truth. But he was a great man, and did not try to help in little ways. It was decided that I should take a year's holiday and see if that would help. It did not seem reasonable to be through before you