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Triplet's health had long been failing; and, although her duties at her little theater were light and occasional, the manager was obliged to discharge her, since she could not be depended upon. The family had not enough to eat! Think of that! They were not warm at night, and they felt gnawing and faintness often by day. Think of that! Fortune was unjust here.
Triplet's natural impulse was to repeat most warmly his offers of service. He did so; and then, conscious of the picture, had a misgiving. "Dear Mr. Triplet," began Mrs. Vane, "you know this person, Mrs. Woffington?" "Yes, madam," replied Triplet, lowering his eyes, "I am honored by her acquaintance." "You will take me to the theater where she acts?" "Yes, madam; to the boxes, I presume?"
He found in Triplet's house a lady who seemed startled at her late hardihood. She sat with her back to the door, her hood drawn tightly down, and wore an air of trembling consciousness. Sir Charles smiled again. He knew the sex, at least he said so. This he rightly judged must be the proper course to take with Mrs. Vane. He fell down with mock ardor upon one knee. The supposed Mrs.
And had not the other been a dove all the morning and afternoon? Yet, jealousy had turned her to a fiend before his eyes. Mrs. Vane's lips. Triplet's situation was, in fact, that of AEneas in the storm. "Olim et haec meminisse juvabit " "But, while present, such things don't please any one a bit."
She played to the eye as well as to the ear, with such a smart gesture of the bow, and such a radiance of face as she looked at them, that whether the music came out of her wooden shell, or her horse-hair wand, or her bright self, seemed doubtful. They pranced on their chairs; they could not keep still. She jumped up; so did they. She gave a wild Irish horroo. She put the fiddle in Triplet's hand.
"The bear from Hockley Hole shall sit for the head!" "Curse his impudence!" roared Quin. "I'm at your service, Mr. Cibber," added he, in huge dudgeon. Away went the two old boys. "Mighty well!" said waspish Mrs. Clive. "I did intend you should have painted Mrs. Clive. But after this impertinence " "You will continue to do it yourself, ma'am!" This was Triplet's hour of triumph.
Triplet's old school-house in what is now called Major Foubert's Passage, and recall the merry old days when I went to a schoolmistress who could teach her scholars nothing but to love her dearly. It was to my Grandmother, a kind but strict woman, to whom I owed what scant reading and writing ken I had at eight years of age.
Triplet almost reached the present century. He passed through great events, but they did not excite him; his eye was upon the arts. When Napoleon drew his conquering sword on England, Triplet's remark was: "Now we shall be driven upon native talent, thank Heaven!" The storms of Europe shook not Triplet. The fact is, nothing that happened on the great stage of the world seemed real to him.
I will kiss your feet, and Heaven above will bless you; and I will bless you and pray for you to my dying day. Ah! it is alive! I am frightened! I am frightened!" She ran to Triplet and seized his arm. "No!" cried she, quivering close to him; "I'm not frightened, for it was for me she Oh, Mrs. Woffington!" and, hiding her face on Mr. Triplet's shoulder, she blushed, and wept, and trembled.
On entering Triplet's studio her eye fell upon three trifles Mrs. Vane's hood and mantle, the back of an old letter, and Mr. Triplet. Mrs. Woffington wrote above these words two more, "Alone and unprotected." She put this into Mr. Triplet's hand, and bade him take it down stairs and give it Sir Charles Pomander, whose retreat, she knew, must have been fictitious.
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