In the meantime, all persons concerned had her full forgiveness, to which she would only beg leave to add her best and kindest wishes for the success of the play.
In four nights more the play was to be performed.

If ever any human enterprise stood in need of good wishes to help it, that enterprise was unquestionably the theatrical entertainment at Evergreen Lodge! One arm-chair was allowed on the stage; and into that arm-chair Miss Marrable sank, preparatory to a fit of hysterics.

Magdalen stepped forward at the first convulsion; snatched the letter from Miss Marrable's hand; and stopped the threatened catastrophe.
"She's an ugly, bald-headed, malicious, middle-aged wretch!" said Magdalen, tearing the letter into fragments, and tossing them over the heads of the company.

"But I can tell her one thing--she shan't spoil the play.

I'll act Julia." "Bravo!" cried the chorus of gentlemen--the anonymous gentleman who had helped to do the mischief (otherwise Mr.Francis Clare) loudest of all.
"If you want the truth, I don't shrink from owning it," continued Magdalen.