Allow me: 'Brights being, thou whose radiant brow--'" "No! no! I don't care to hear them now, for I don't know the lady." "Well, madam, but at least you have seen her act ?" "Act! you don't mean all this is for an actress ?" _"An_ actress?
_The_ actress! And you have never seen her act?
What a pleasure you have to come! To see her act is a privilege; but to act with her, as _I_ once did! But she does not remember that, nor shall I remind her, madam," said Triplet sternly.

"On that occasion I was hissed, owing to circumstances which, for the credit of our common nature, I suppress." "What! are you an actor too?
You are everything." "And it was in a farce of my own, madam, which, by the strangest combination of accidents, was damned!" "A play-writer?
Oh, what clever men there are in the world--in London, at least! He is a play-writer, too.

I wonder my husband comes not.

Does Mr.Vane--does Mr.Vane admire this actress ?" said she, suddenly.
"Mr.Vane, madam, is a gentleman of taste," said he, pompously.
"Well, sir," said the lady, languidly, "she is not here." Triplet took the hint and rose.

"Good-by," said she, sweetly; and thank you kindly for your company.
"Triplet, madam--James Triplet, of 10, Hercules Buildings, Lambeth.
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