This is a somewhat disappointing collection from Stoker where an acting troupe gets snowbound on a train and tells stories to pass the time. There are some shining moments, to be sure. The social stratification of performers is quite on-point and always amusing. One stand-out story has the acting troupe confessing to their sins in the last moment of life, with said confessions amounting to what we might call today "humblebrags". Another one by a PR Man (as we would call him today) is about a vainglorious client's insistence that (in the modern parlance) "no publicity is bad publicity", and where that goes.
There are good moments in all the stories, but not really a good shape to them. They don't tend to start strong or end strong. To their potential credit, they DO feel like actual stories related by actual people, but that's not necessarily the best storytelling. A little more artifice would've gone a long way.
STOKER BONUS: The first story, about how a stage manager (almost certainly Irving!) handles an obstreperous "cast of thousands" who insist on bringing their pets everywhere with them features an animal importer named "Ross"—selfsame Ross, one presumes, who provides the hero of Lair of the White Worm with his mongooses.