What Will He Do With It, Complete

at, notwithstanding th

is not permitted, wi

rding to his o

rtists for years?-yet instinctively she shrank from their contact. Doubtless, while absorbed in some stirring part, she forgot companions, audience, all, and enjoyed what she performed,-necessarily enjoyed, for her acting was really excell

o a doze, that question seized and roused her. And then it was not happiness that kept her waking: it was what is less rare in the female breast, curiosity. Who was to be the mysterious third, to whose acquisition the three pounds were evidently to be devoted? What new face had she purchased by the loan of her own? Not the Pig-faced Lady nor the Spotted Boy. Could it be the Norfolk G

er movements, she then opened the casement and inhaled the air. All was still in the narrow lane; the shops yet unclosed. But on the still trees behind the shops the birds were beginning to stir and chirp. Chanticleer, from some neighbouring yard, rang out his brisk rereillee. Pleasant English summer dawn in the pleasant English country village. She stretched her graceful neck far from the casement, trying to catch a glimpse of the blue river. She had seen its majestic flow on the day they had arrived at the fair, and longed to gain its banks; then her servitude to the stage forbade her. Now s

up the crystal and looked into it with awe, wondering why the Cobbler could see so much, and she only the distorted reflection of her own face. So interested, however, for once, did she become in the inspection of this mystic globe, that she did not notice the dawn pass i

thrilled the threepenny gallery with anticipative horror. "Re

mercy it was not brokenand

scamp of a

vile. You ought to be ashamed of

d the Cobbler on the threshold of the sitting-room. The Comedian stood mute, trusting perhaps to the imposing effect of his attitud

y lodgers, master

other; at length he strode up to Waife, and said, with a withering gri

aved his hand

Step this way, Mr. Rugge." Rugge entered the

ere! But your Ascendant cannot surely be in such malignant conjunction with that obstreperous tyrant as to bind yo

r," said Sophy, resolutely. "He sha'n'

'm not to hear: call me if I'm wanted." He descended. Sophy, with less noble disdain of eavesdropping, stood in the centre of the room, holding her breath to listen. She heard no sound; she had half a mind to put her ear