"The rest are provided at the theatre along with the candle-snuffer and scene-shifters part of the fixed property.

Why won't _you_ take to the stage?
I wish you would! you would make a very respectable--page." "Upon my word!" said Percy, exceedingly offended.
"Come, come!" cried the actress, clapping her hands, and perfectly unheeding his displeasure--"why don't you help me off with my cloak ?--why don't you set me a chair ?--why don't you take this great box out of my way ?--why don't you----Heaven help me!" and she stamped her little foot quite seriously on the floor.

"A pretty person for a lover you are!" "Oho! then I am a lover, you acknowledge ?" "Nonsense!--get a chair next me at supper." The young Godolphin was perfectly fascinated by the lively actress; and it was with no small interest that he stationed himself the following night in the stage-box of the little theatre at -- --, to see how his Fanny acted.

The house was tolerably well filled, and the play was _She Stoops to Conquer_.

The male parts were, on the whole, respectably managed; though Percy was somewhat surprised to observe that a man, who had joined the corps that morning, blessed with the most solemn countenance in the world--a fine Roman nose, and a forehead like a sage's--was now dressed in nankeen tights, and a coat without skirts, splitting the sides of the gallery in the part of Tony Lumpkin.