"The music-seller
is not the man whom I employ to make my inquiries," she said. "You are
the man." I don't like her steadily remembering those inquiries, in the
first bewilderment of her success. It looks ill for the future; it looks
infernally ill for the future.
V.
_Chronicle for January, 1847._
She has shown the cloven foot already. I begin to be a little afraid of
her.
On the conclusion of the Nottingham engagement (the results of
which more than equaled the results at Derby), I proposed taking the
entertainment next--now we had got it into our own hands--to Newark.
Miss Vanstone raised no objection until we came to the question of time,
when she amazed me by stipulating for a week's delay before we appeared
in public again.
"For what possible purpose?" I asked.
"For the purpose of making the inquiries which I mentioned to you at
York," she answered.
I instantly enlarged on the danger of delay, putting all the
considerations before her in every imaginable form. She remained
perfectly immovable. I tried to shake her on the question of expenses.
She answered by handing me over her share of the proceeds at Derby and
Nottingham--and there were my expenses paid, at the rate of nearly
two guineas a day.
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