The enormous enthusiasm, not to say hysteria, of the Savoy audience on the first night of Fallen Fairies goes to show the hold Sir William Gilbert has on the affection of playgoers. “There is life in the old dog yet,” to use his friendly words at the fall of the curtain, and the curious fact of it all is that the new part of The Wicked World, namely, the lyrics, is infinitely superior to its foundation, which is blank verse. When Mrs. Kendal and her husband played The Wicked World at the Haymarket thirty odd years ago Sir William’s fantasy took the town, but to-day it seems old-fashioned.