“‘Lady Fanny, here’s poor Mr. Rich, the manager, ravaging all
the town for a heroine for Mr. Gay’s new piece to be produced in
Portugal Street. For her qualifications he needs beauty of the
sparkling order, an exquisite bloom like an apple-blossom in
dew. Eyes like the sky above it, lips borrowed from the
neighbouring cherry tree. Hair—he did not determine whether it
must be spun gold or chestnut, but I am at this moment convinced
that chestnut is the only wear. This paragon’s bosom must
resemble spring hawthorn in hue and fragrance——’
“‘In short,’ says I, interrupting, ‘she is a vegetable beauty,
since all your similes are drawn from the garden. I imagine her
not difficult to find on any farm. A country wench all curds and
cream.’
“‘’S’death! you laugh me out of countenance eternally,’ says his
Highness. ‘But, for all your jibes, poor Mr. Rich is distracted
and he swears the play that will delight the town is dead as
mutton if he can’t find the lady. Poor man! And here she sits
before me radiant as Hebe—am I not blinded with her rays?—and
as far out of the poor soul’s reach as if in the heaven she’s
native to!’
“I took it, my dear Kitty, as a compliment to my clothes rather
than myself, for I had on my white poudesoy embroidered with
gold, and rose ribbons with pearl in my head, and ’twas
acknowledged it became me very well.
“‘Not even to oblige you, my Lord, which must ever be my chief
study,’ I cried, ‘can I consent to mince and flutter on the
stage. I’m told that though you gentlemen do favour the company
there, the ladies are—well, their morality is not highly
starched, (‘Is it here?’ he interrupted laughing, and motioning
at Lady Cranleigh in conversation with Lady Rose, but I went on
regardless.) and the gentlemen are even more forthcoming than
with us. I dare not risk my character as a staid widow in such
surroundings. But what shall Mr. Rich do?’
“‘Probably hang himself, when I inform him that your Ladyship
declines the part. ’Tis not however surprising that the chief
actress on a stage like this, should disdain a lower.’
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