We made the round of the principal theatres, too, with great delight, and saw all the plays that were worth seeing.

I mention this because it was at the theatre that I began to be made uncomfortable again by Mr.Guppy.
I was sitting in front of the box one night with Ada, and Richard was in the place he liked best, behind Ada's chair, when, happening to look down into the pit, I saw Mr.Guppy, with his hair flattened down upon his head and woe depicted in his face, looking up at me.

I felt all through the performance that he never looked at the actors but constantly looked at me, and always with a carefully prepared expression of the deepest misery and the profoundest dejection.
It quite spoiled my pleasure for that night because it was so very embarrassing and so very ridiculous.

But from that time forth, we never went to the play without my seeing Mr.Guppy in the pit, always with his hair straight and flat, his shirt-collar turned down, and a general feebleness about him.

If he were not there when we went in, and I began to hope he would not come and yielded myself for a little while to the interest of the scene, I was certain to encounter his languishing eyes when I least expected it and, from that time, to be quite sure that they were fixed upon me all the evening.
I really cannot express how uneasy this made me.