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"Mr Lenville requests Mr Johnson not to neglect making an appointment, as he has invited two or three professional friends to witness the ceremony, and cannot disappoint them upon any account whatever.
'Why, the who he is and what he is, and how you two, who are so different, came to be such close companions, replied Mr Folair, delighted with the opportunity of saying something disagreeable. 'That's in everybody's mouth. 'The "everybody" of the theatre, I suppose? said Nicholas, contemptuously. 'In it and out of it too, replied the actor. 'Why, you know, Lenville says
There was Mrs Lenville, in a very limp bonnet and veil, decidedly in that way in which she would wish to be if she truly loved Mr Lenville; there was Miss Gazingi, with an imitation ermine boa tied in a loose knot round her neck, flogging Mr Crummles, junior, with both ends, in fun.
'For my sake for mine, Lenville forego all idle forms, unless you would see me a blighted corse at your feet. 'This is affecting! said Mr Lenville, looking round him, and drawing the back of his hand across his eyes. 'The ties of nature are strong. The weak husband and the father the father that is yet to be relents. I apologise. 'Humbly and submissively? said Nicholas.
Nicholas laughed in very unexpected enjoyment of this performance; and the ladies, by way of encouragement, laughed louder than before; whereat Mr Lenville assumed his bitterest smile, and expressed his opinion that they were 'minions'.
But somehow he appeared just at that moment a little startled, as if Nicholas did not look quite so frightened as he had expected, and came all at once to an awkward halt, at which the assembled ladies burst into a shrill laugh. 'Object of my scorn and hatred! said Mr Lenville, 'I hold ye in contempt.
He had no doubt reported that Nicholas was in a state of extreme bodily fear; for when that young gentleman walked with much deliberation down to the theatre next morning at the usual hour, he found all the company assembled in evident expectation, and Mr Lenville, with his severest stage face, sitting majestically on a table, whistling defiance.
Nicholas was up betimes in the morning; but he had scarcely begun to dress, notwithstanding, when he heard footsteps ascending the stairs, and was presently saluted by the voices of Mr Folair the pantomimist, and Mr Lenville, the tragedian. 'House, house, house! cried Mr Folair. 'What, ho! within there, said Mr Lenville, in a deep voice.
'Humbly and submissively, returned the tragedian, scowling upwards. 'But only to save her, for a time will come 'Very good, said Nicholas; 'I hope Mrs Lenville may have a good one; and when it does come, and you are a father, you shall retract it if you have the courage. There.
'Here, come in, said Nicholas, when he had completed his toilet. 'In the name of all that's horrible, don't make that noise outside. 'An uncommon snug little box this, said Mr Lenville, stepping into the front room, and taking his hat off, before he could get in at all. 'Pernicious snug.
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