"They'll never do _that_," said the guest. "They're _dead_. I believe
they have been dead some days!"

Do you think Rossetti gave up live stock after this? Not a bit of it. He
tried armadillos and tortoises.

"How are the tortoises?" he asked his man one day, after a long spell of
forgetfulness that he had any.

"Pretty well, sir, thank you.... That's to say, sir, there ain't no
tortoises!"

The tortoises, bought to eat the beetles, had been eaten themselves. At
least, the shells were found full of beetles.

And the armadillos? "The air of Chelsea don't suit them," said
Rossetti's servant. They had certainly left Rossetti's house, but they
had not left Chelsea. All the neighbors had dozens of them! They had
burrowed, and came up smiling in houses where they were far from
welcome.

This by the way. Miss Herbert, who looked like the Blessed Damosel
leaning out "across the bar of heaven," was not very well suited to the
line of parts that she was playing at the St. James's, but she was very
much admired. During the run of "Friends and Foes" she fell ill. Her
illness was Kate's opportunity. From the night that Kate played Mrs.
Union, her reputation was made.

It was a splendid chance, no doubt, but of what use would it have been
to any one who was not ready to use it? Kate, though only about nineteen