Then it became more than ever Sir Charles's business to know whether Mrs.
Woffington returned the sentiment; and here his penetration was at fault, for the moment; he determined, however, to discover.
Mr.Vane then received his friend, all unsuspicious how that friend had been skinning him with his eyes for some time past.

After the usual compliments had passed between two gentlemen who had been hand and glove for a month and forgotten each other's existence for two years, Sir Charles, still keeping in view his design, said: "Let us go upon the stage." The fourth act had just concluded.
"Go upon the stage!" said Mr.Vane; "what, where she--I mean among the actors ?" "Yes; come into the green-room.

There are one or two people of reputation there; I will introduce you to them, if you please." "Go upon the stage!" why, if it had been proposed to him to go to heaven he would not have been more astonished.

He was too astonished at first to realize the full beauty of the arrangement, by means of which he might be within a yard of Mrs.Woffington, might feel her dress rustle past him, might speak to her, might drink her voice fresh from her lips almost before it mingled with meaner air.

Silence gives consent, and Mr.
Vane, though he thought a great deal, said nothing; so Pomander rose, and they left the boxes together.