. The white rose . We shallnever meet again ! And this while Cousin Charlie and Theresa andthe others, three feet oflP, were laughing and jestingand criticising the new actress : her eyes, her arms,her ankles, the depth of her curtsey, and the generalturn of her draperies. Norah heard the box-door shut, and then lights,audience, stage, pit, boxes, all seemed to swim beforeher eyes. Mr. Burton, said she, in a faint voice, puttingout her hand, with that helpless gesture of entreatypeculiar to the blind, will you take me out ? Idesired my carriage to wait. Would you mindasking for it ? The gas or
. The white rose . We shallnever meet again ! And this while Cousin Charlie and Theresa andthe others, three feet oflP, were laughing and jestingand criticising the new actress : her eyes, her arms,her ankles, the depth of her curtsey, and the generalturn of her draperies. Norah heard the box-door shut, and then lights,audience, stage, pit, boxes, all seemed to swim beforeher eyes. Mr. Burton, said she, in a faint voice, puttingout her hand, with that helpless gesture of entreatypeculiar to the blind, will you take me out ? Idesired my carriage to wait. Would you mindasking for it ? The gas or something makes me feelill. And so, rejecting every kindly offer of assist-ance and companionship pressed on her by Theresaand Miss Tregunter, Norah left the box, and de-scended the private staircase of the theatre, arm-in- THE managers BOX. 2;i5 arm with the man she most disliked in London,conscious only that she was vaguely grateful tosomebody, it mattered not to whom, for the relief itafforded her to get CHAPTER XIX. EXIT. For tlie convenience of its manager, the Accordionpossessed a private door, opening on a quiet narrowstreet, and here Mrs. Yandeleurs carriage wasfound in waiting according to orders. The fresh airrevived its mistress almost immediately. She im-plored Burton to rejoin his party without delay, arequest that gentleman had the good taste to accordat once, congratulating himself, it must be admitted,that so far at least his scheme had been tolerablysuccessful. Returning to the box, he found Gerard Ainslietoo had vanished. Nobody else was sufficientlyanxious about Mrs. Vandeleur to press him withfurther questions, when he observed quietly, Shewas suffering from a bad headache, so he had packed EXIT. 237 lier up in her carriage and sent her home. Intruth, these, like the rest of the spectators, couldspare attention for nothing but the all-engrossingbusiness of the stage. The long-drawn aisles of its scenic cathedral hadbeen darkened so skilfully, as to c
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