Actors -- Fiction; Adultery -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; Staffordshire (England) -- Fiction
'Yes, a romp; but what is a romp?' Kate asked herself; and she strove to
realize in detail that which she had accepted till now in outline.
XVI
'Ladies and gentlemen,' said Mr. Hayes, who had been pushed, much against
his will, before the curtain of the Theatre Royal, Bristol, to make the
following statement, 'I'm sorry to inform you that in consequence of
indisposition--that is to say, the accidental spraining of her ankle--Miss
Leslie will not be able to appear to-night. Your kind indulgence is
therefore requested for Miss D'Arcy, who has, on the shortest notice,
consented to play the part of Serpolette.'
'Did yer ever 'ear of anyone spraining an ankle on purpose?' asked a
scene-shifter.
'Hush!' said the gas-man, 'he'll 'ear you.'
Amid murmurs of applause, Mr. Hayes backed into the wings.
'Well, was it all right?' he asked Dick.
'Right, my boy, I should think it was; there was a touch of Gladstone in
your accidentally sprained ankle.'
'What do you mean?' said the discomfited acting manager.
'I haven't time to tell you now. Now then, girls, are you ready?' he said,
rushing on to the stage and hurriedly changing the places of the
choristers. Putting his hand on a girl's shoulder, he moved her to the
right or left as his taste dictated. Then retiring abruptly, he cried, 'Now
then, up you go!' and immediately after thirty voices in one sonority sang:
'"In Corneville's wide market-pla-a-ces,
Sweet servant-girls, with rosy fa-a-ces,
Wait here, wait here."'
'Now, then, come on. You make your entrance from the top left.'
'I don't think I shall ever be able to do that run in.'
'Don't begin to think about anything. If you don't like the run, I'll tell
you how to do it,' said Dick, his face lighting up with a sudden
inspiration; 'do it with a cheeky swagger, walking very slowly, like this;
and then when you get quarter of the way down the stage, stop for a moment
and sing, "Who speaks ill of Serpolette?" Do you see?'
'Yes, yes, that will suit me better; I understand.'
Then standing under the sloping wing, they both listened anxiously for the
cue.
'She loves Grenicheux.'
'There's your cue. On you go; give me your shawl.'
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