We strung her up in no time to concert pitch; set her eyes in a blaze; and made her out-blush her own rouge.

The curtain rose when we had got her at a red heat.

She dashed at it exactly as she dashed at it in the back drawing-room at Rosemary Lane.

Her personal appearance settled the question of her reception before she opened her lips.

She rushed full gallop through her changes of character, her songs, and her dialogue; making mistakes by the dozen, and never stopping to set them right; carrying the people along with her in a perfect whirlwind, and never waiting for the applause.