“I feel that, sir, and so I mean to wear the brocade,” said Mrs. Woffington. “Good lud, Mr. Garrick, what were you thinking of when you assigned to the poor victim of the murderess in the tragedy the crimson robe which was plainly meant to be in keeping with the gory intentions of her rival?” “Surely I did not commit that mistake,” said Garrick. “Heavens! where can my thoughts have been? Miss Hoppner, madam, I am greatly vexed--” “Let her take her brocade,” cried Miss Hoppner, looking with indignant eyes, first at the smiling Peggy, and then at Garrick, who was acting the part of a distracted man to perfection. “Let her wear it and see if it will hide the shortcomings of her complexion from the eyes of the playgoers.” She walked away with a sniff before Peggy could deliver any reply. III Pray what trick have you on your mind now? asked Garrick, when he was alone with Peggy. “What was that caprice of yours?” “Caprice? You are a fool, Davy. You even forget your own precepts, which your friend Mr. Johnson, in his wisdom condemned so heartily yesterday.” “Good Lord! You mean to--” “I mean to make Miss Hoppner act the part of a jealous woman to perfection.” And she did so. The next day at the rehearsal, Garrick, as well as every member of the company, was amazed at the energy which Miss Hoppner contrived to impart to the scene in the play where, in the character of Oriana, she stabbed her successful rival. She acted with a force that had scarcely been surpassed by Garrick's reading of the scene for her instruction the previous day. “Faith, Peggy, you have given her a weapon for your own undoing,” said Garrick, as he walked home with Mrs. Woffington. “She will eclipse you, if you do not mind.” “I 'll e'en run the risk,” said Peggy. Alas! the next day Miss Hoppner was as feeble as ever--nay, the stabbing scene had never been so feebly gone through by her; and Garrick grumbled loudly. Miss Hoppner did not seem to mind. At the end of the rehearsal she sought Peggy and offered her her hand. “Mrs. Woffington,” she said, “I am desirous of asking your pardon for my curtness in the matter of the dress. I owe so much to your kindness, madam, I feel that my attempt to fix a quarrel upon you was the more base. Pray, forgive an unhappy creature, who only seeks to retain the honour of your friendship.” “Oh, you goose!” said Peggy. “Why are you so foolish as to desire to make friends with me? You should have hated me--been ready to kill me--anything for the sake of becoming an actress.” “You will not refuse me the forgiveness which I implore?” said Miss Hoppner. “Nay, nay; I was in the wrong; it was my caprice, but carried out solely on your behalf, child,” said Peggy. “On my behalf? Oh, you are quite right; I was beginning to forget myself--to forget that I was but a provincial actress.” “Oh, you good natured creature!” cried Peggy. “I'll have to begin all over again.”