I followed the man to the stage door, and was ushered into a dressing-room with several people in it, where, extended on a sofa, lay the unfortunate lady, whom I had but a few minutes before seen full of life and spirits, delighting hundreds with her unrivalled humour and _espieglerie_,--there she lay, in the same fantastic dress she had worn on the stage, pale as death--a quantity of blood flowing from a fearful wound on her head, and uttering those low quick moans which are indicative of extreme suffering. Poor little Keeley stood beside the couch, holding her hand; he was still in full fig as _Polichinel_; and the grotesqueness of his attire contrasted strangely with the anguish depicted on his countenance. As I came forward, he slowly made way for me--looked in my face imploringly, as if to gather from its expression some gleam of hope, and then stood aside, in an attitude of profound dejection. Having felt the sufferer's pulse, I was about to turn her head gently, in order to examine the nature of the wound, when a hustling noise behind me causing me to turn round, to my infinite dismay, I perceived Mr. Keeley, having pushed the bystanders on one side, in the act of performing a kind of Punchean dance upon the floor, accompanying himself with the vigorous chuckling and crowing peculiar to the hero whose habiliments he wore. I was horror-stricken--conceiving that grief had suddenly turned his brain. All at once, he made a spring towards me, and, seizing my arm, thrust me into a corner of the room, where he held me fast, exclaiming-- "Wretch! villain! restore me my wife--that talented woman your infernal arts have destroyed! You did for her!" "Mr. Keeley," said I, struggling to release myself from his grasp--"my dear sir, pray compose yourself." "Unhappy traitor!" he shouted, giving me an unmerciful tweak by the nose; "Look at her silver skin laced with her golden blood!--see, see! Oh, see!" This was rather too much, even from a man whose wits were astray. I began to lose patience, and was preparing to rid myself somewhat roughly of the madman's grasp, when a new phenomenon occurred. The patient on the sofa, whom I had judged well nigh moribund, and consequently incapable of any effort whatever, all at once sat up with a sudden jerk, and gave vent to a series of the most ear-piercing shrieks that ever assailed human tympanum. _"Oh! oh! Mon Dieu! je suis etouffee! levez-vous donc, monsieur--n'avez-vous pas honte!"_ I started up--O misery!--I had fallen asleep, and my head, resting against a pillar, had slipped down, depositing itself upon the expansive bosom of a portly French dame in the next box, who seemed, by her vehement exclamations, to be quite shaken from the balance of her propriety by the unlooked-for burthen I had imposed upon her; whilst a _petit monsieur_ poured forth a string of _sacres_ and _sapristies_ upon my devoted head with a volubility of utterance truly astonishing.