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Fortunately these divergences from the drama's normal course were lost
upon the majority of the audience; for the actors, whether from
nervousness or frank boredom, were inaudible beyond the first three rows
of seats. Even here the feat of following the drift of the dialogue was
rendered almost impossible by the persistent and frantic applause of two
obvious "deadheads" in the front row,--poor relations of the gentleman
who played the footman,--who, since they occupied free seats, evidently
considered it their bounden duty to applaud every entrance and exit of
their munificent relative, even when he came on with the wrong letter or
was elbowed off to fetch the right one. The only member of the company
who performed his duties with anything like thoroughness was the
prompter, a retired major with lungs of brass. He had evidently decided,
with the true instinct of a strong man, that if you want a thing well
done you must do it yourself. Consequently his voice re-echoed through
the hall in an unceasing monologue which, while it lacked the variety
inseparable from the deliverances of a whole company, did much to keep
the occupants of the back benches _au fait_ with the intricacies of the
plot. The best laugh of the evening, however, was aroused by the
temerity of one of the actors, who suddenly interrupted the prompter to
remark mildly but distinctly: "All right, old man, I know this bit!"
Then came Mrs. Jarley's Waxworks. The curtain rose upon the usual group
of historical and topical characters, seated round the stage in a
semicircle, most of them twitching with incipient hysteria, and all
resolutely avoiding the eye of the audience. Presently Mrs. Jarley
(Binks), accompanied by Master Jarley (Cherub, in a sailor suit and
white socks), made her appearance, and plunged into a slightly laboured
monologue, what time her offspring walked round the stage, and, by dint
of dusting, oiling, and other operations, stimulated any of the figures
which could possibly have been mistaken for waxworks into a fitting
display of life and activity.
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