It was as if
SHE had had a revelation of Nona, so convincing a clearness had been
breathed upon the picture. He kept himself quiet in the entr'actes--
he would speak to her only at the end; but before the play was half
over the manager burst into his box.
"It's prodigious, what she's up to!" cried Mr. Loder, almost more
bewildered than gratified. "She has gone in for a new reading--a
blessed somersault in the air!"
"Is it quite different?" Wayworth asked, sharing his mystification.
"Different? Hyperion to a satyr! It's devilish good, my boy!"
"It's devilish good," said Wayworth, "and it's in a different key
altogether from the key of her rehearsal."
"I'll run you six months!" the manager declared; and he rushed round
again to the actress, leaving Wayworth with a sense that she had
already pulled him through. She had with the audience an immense
personal success.
When he went behind, at the end, he had to wait for her; she only
showed herself when she was ready to leave the theatre. Her aunt had
been in her dressing-room with her, and the two ladies appeared
together.
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