Sometimes I thought his eyes were restless and unquiet, but his manner was as composed as usual.
Mr.Charles had left us, appointing a meeting at Coffee-house Yard, where the theatre then was.
"A poor barn-like place, I believe," said John, stopping in his walk up and down the room to place my cushions more easy; "they should build a new one, now Coltham is growing up into such a fashionable town.

I wish I could take you to see the "Well-walk," with all the fine people promenading.

But you must rest, Phineas." I consented, being indeed rather weary.
"You will like to see Mrs.Siddons, whom we have so often talked about?
She is not young now, Mr.Charles says, but magnificent still.

She first came out in this same theatre more than twenty years ago.

Yates saw her.