"Lord and Lady Algy" is, as you choose, a bad example of the well-made play, or a good example of the badly-made play. Its characters are masters of misunderstanding, they employ their subtlety in letting the obvious elude them; if they once stopped to think the whole show would be given away, so they never stop to think. Yet the play is charming, with its odor of jockeys and horse-racing, baronets and bachelor apartments, epigrams, good bad women and other pleasant things now out of date. True, the text now contains motors cars, and a subway, but imagine these characters in them! Oh, those were delightful days when you could drop in on my Lord So-and-So any evening at midnight, and be sure of finding four members of the aristocracy, full of good breeding and bon mots, a sleepy butler, a silver cigarette box, a whiskey and potass, and a beautiful woman hidden in the next room! If any cast could really take us back to those days, Mr. Faversham has chosen it. Miss Elliot is stupendously stunning, and almost convincing as Lady Algy. We suspect that, being a sport herself, she left Lord A. mainly because he was so refined when drunk, but during his sober moments he was, as played by Mr. Faversham, decidedly a charming and appealing person. These two, despite other names on the program, decidedly carried away the show. When they finally clasped at the last curtain, applause was almost forgotten by the audience for a moment in the breathless savoring of a vicarious hug; but when the applause came it was better criticism than could be offered here or any other place.