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The young heroine of the occasion quickly came round, and Madame Carré, on the sofa beside her, held her hand and emitted a perfect music of reassurance. "The nerves, the nerves they're half our affair. Have as many as you like, if you've got something else too. Voyons do you know anything?" "I know some pieces." "Some pieces of the répertoire?" Miriam Rooth stared as if she didn't understand.
It exhibited the signature of Miriam Rooth and let him know that she positively expected him at the theatre by eleven o'clock the next morning, for which hour a dress-rehearsal of the revived play had been hurriedly projected, the first night being now definitely fixed for the impending Saturday.
But his visitors smiled on it a good deal in the same way in which they had smiled on Bridget Dormer when they met her at the door: Mrs. Rooth because vague, prudent approbation was the habit of her foolish face it was ever the least danger; and Miriam because, as seemed, she was genuinely glad to find herself within the walls of which she spoke now as her asylum.
"That's no use it's Italian," said Peter; "only carry it round to Miss Rooth without a minute's delay. Place it in her hand and she'll give you some object a bracelet, a glove, or a flower to bring me back as a sign that she has received it. I shall be outside; bring me there what she gives you and you shall have another shilling only fly!"
"Your mother's right," the actress smiled; "you have ideas." "But what shall we do then how shall we proceed?" Mrs. Rooth made this appeal, plaintively and vaguely, to the three gentlemen; but they had collected a few steps off and were so occupied in talk that it failed to reach them. "Work work work!" exclaimed the actress. "In English I can play Shakespeare.
"You don't like it!" his hostess laughed. "Why should it be a thing to be enthusiastic about?" "Well, he's charming and I trust him." "So do I," said Sherringham. "They've gone to see Madame Carré." "She has come back then?" "She was expected back last week. Miriam wants to show her how she has improved." "And has she improved?" "How can I tell with my mother's heart?" asked Mrs. Rooth.
Rooth, with her shawl fluttering about her, nestled against her daughter, putting out her hand to take one of Miriam's soothingly. She had pretty, silly, near-sighted eyes, a long thin nose, and an upper lip which projected over the under as an ornamental cornice rests on its support. "So much depends really everything!" she said in answer to some sociable observation of Sherringham's.
Rooth and Smith, who played at cards with my wife, and I did give them a barrel of oysters, and had a pullet to supper for them, and when it was ready to come to table, the foolish girl had not the manners to stay and sup with me, but went away, which did vex me cruelly. So I saw her home, and then to supper, and so to musique practice, and to bed. 30th.
"Not a bit, I know nothing about Peter's affairs," Nick said, "unless it be in general that he goes in for mountebanks and mimes and that it occurs to me I've heard one of my sisters mention the rumour had come to her that he has been backing Miss Rooth." "Miss Rooth delights to talk of his kindness; she's charming when she speaks of it. It's to his good offices that she owes her appearance here."
Why can't they hit it off together and be quiet and rational and do what every one wants them to?" "Oh Peter, it's awfully complicated!" the girl sighed with sagacity. "Do you mean that Nick's in love with her?" "In love with Julia?" "No, no, with Miriam Rooth."
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