"Libelous lie against nature and Mrs.Woffington, take that!" and he stabbed the canvas again; then, with sudden humility: "I beg your pardon, ma'am," said he, "for this apparent outrage, which I trust you will set down to the excitement attendant upon failure.

The fact is, I am an incapable ass, and no painter! Others have often hinted as much; but I never observed it myself till now!" "Right through my pet dimple!" said Mrs.Woffington, with perfect _nonchalance._ "Well, now I suppose I may yawn, or do what I like ?" "You may, madam," said Triplet, gravely.

"I have forfeited what little control I had over you, madam." So they sat opposite each other, in mournful silence.

At length the actress suddenly rose.

She struggled fiercely against her depression, and vowed that melancholy should not benumb her spirits and her power.
"He ought to have been here by this time," said she to herself.