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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Here comes the call-boy; I must say adieu, with many thanks for this visit." "But I have a request to make. You will give her time?" "Oh! yes, my lady. She shall have sufficient time." Olympia went out smiling; but Caroline understood the craft that lay under her soft words. "You see that I have accomplished something," said Clara, delighted with her success; "we have gained time." "No, no!
I could have kissed it. The very touch of it made me tremble. "Do you know what this is, Miss Forrest?" I asked. "No," she said. "It was yours, or Ivor's. Of course I didn't look." And then there came the rap, rap, of the call-boy at the door. The fifteen minutes were over. But I had the treaty. And I had to pay its price. When the play was over, I let Raoul drive home with me to supper.
This tender scene was interrupted by the call-boy, who brought Mrs. Woffington a note from the manager, informing her there would be no rehearsal. This left her at liberty, and she proceeded to take a somewhat abrupt leave of Mr. Vane. Mrs.
Mon petit Dame thought I was too pale, and Mlle. de Brabender considered that I had too much colour. My mother was to go direct to her seat in the theatre, and Aunt Rosine was away in the country. When the call-boy announced that the play was about to begin, I broke into a cold perspiration from head to foot, and felt ready to faint. I went downstairs trembling, tottering, and my teeth chattering.
Cecil bought him quite a library of books, paid for a series of classes for him, and eventually, thanks to Cecil, the call-boy passed second in a competitive examination, and obtained a well-paid appointment in a Calcutta Bank. Cecil, or to give him his real name, Arthur Blount, was also an excellent musician, and his setting of The Better Land is to my mind a beautiful one.
He gave me a pale, expressionless stare instead, such as an ancient Christian might have worn when the call-boy told him the lions were ready in the Colosseum. Resignation, obstinacy and defiance all nicely blended under a turn-the-other-cheek exterior. He looked woebegone, and his thin, handsome face betrayed a sleepless night and a breakfastless morning.
When he had presents from the front, which happened every night, he gave them at once to the call-boy or the gas-man. To the women-folk, especially the plainer ones, he was always delightful. Never was any man more adored by the theater staff. And children, my own Edy included, were simply daft about him.
One lady could not find her tights, another insisted on the bodice of her dress being laced up at once; three voices shouted at once for the dresser, and the call-boy was heard outside: 'Ladies! ladies! Mr. Lennox is waiting; the curtain is going up.
Dreaming over McDermott's story, Frank realized that a call-boy was charging around the dining-room screaming his name and room number. "Mr. Philip de Peyster." "Hello, old man!" Frank cried, with genuine pleasure, as Mr. de Peyster came forward. "I found so many messages from you, I fear the worst. You're wanting me to stand up with you, I take it." De Peyster shook his head.
The doctor pointed out that Monsieur de Ligny had left the door open; whereupon Nanteuil, turning to Ligny, said in a tone of tender reproach: "Did you really leave the door open? But, when one comes into a room, one closes the door on other people: it is one of the first things one is taught." She wrapped herself in a white blanket-cloak. The call-boy summoned the players to the stage.
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