A younger and more attractive
representative of Julia would no doubt be easily found. 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.
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