Since then it was that Bows had taken her in hand and taught her part after part.

How he worked and screamed, and twisted, and repeated lines over and over again, and with what indomitable patience and dulness she followed him! She knew that he made her: and let herself be made.

She was not grateful, or ungrateful, or unkind, or ill-humoured.

She was only stupid; and Pen was madly in love with her.
The post-horses from the Clavering Arms arrived in due time, and carried the party to the theatre at Chatteris, where Pen was gratified in perceiving that a tolerably large audience was assembled.

The young gentlemen from Baymouth had a box, in the front of which sate Mr.Foker and his friend Mr.Spavin, splendidly attired in the most full-blown evening costume.