"Oh, yes, I could wear them--if any one were
polite enough to give me them."
"I shall be delighted to send you some every evening for a month, if
you'll only do this for me on Saturday," said he. "It is on Saturday
night those two ladies are coming to the theatre; and you were good
enough to promise to ask them to your room and offer them some tea. The
younger of the two--that is, Miss Cunyngham--has never been behind the
scenes of a theatre before, and I think she will be very pleased to be
introduced to Miss Grace Mainwaring; and don't you think it would be
rather nice of Miss Grace Mainwaring to take those flowers from her
dress and present them to the young lady, as a souvenir of her visit?"
She wheeled round, and looked at him with a curious scrutiny.
"Well, this _is_ something new!" she said, as she turned to the mirror
again. "I thought it was the fortunate Harry Thornhill who received all
kinds of compliments and attentions from his lady adorers; I wasn't
aware he ever returned them. But do you think it is quite fair, Mr.
Moore? If this is some girl who has a love-sick fancy for Harry
Thornhill, don't you think you should drop Harry Thornhill and play
David Garrick, to cure the poor thing?"
"Considering that Miss Cunyngham has never seen Harry Thornhill," he was
beginning, when she interrupted him:
"Oh, only heard him sing in private? Quite enough, I suppose, to put
nonsense into a silly school-girl's head.
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