"You are the man." I don't like her steadily remembering those inquiries, in the first bewilderment of her success.

It looks ill for the future; it looks infernally ill for the future.
V.
_Chronicle for January, 1847._ She has shown the cloven foot already.

I begin to be a little afraid of her.
On the conclusion of the Nottingham engagement (the results of which more than equaled the results at Derby), I proposed taking the entertainment next--now we had got it into our own hands--to Newark.
Miss Vanstone raised no objection until we came to the question of time, when she amazed me by stipulating for a week's delay before we appeared in public again.
"For what possible purpose ?" I asked.
"For the purpose of making the inquiries which I mentioned to you at York," she answered.
I instantly enlarged on the danger of delay, putting all the considerations before her in every imaginable form.

She remained perfectly immovable.

I tried to shake her on the question of expenses.
She answered by handing me over her share of the proceeds at Derby and Nottingham--and there were my expenses paid, at the rate of nearly two guineas a day.