In fact, something had gone wrong with the fair Morgiana. Was it
that she had but little liking for the one pretender or the other?
Was it that young Glauber, who acted Romeo in the private
theatricals, was far younger and more agreeable than either? Or was
it, that seeing a REAL GENTLEMAN, such as Mr. Walker, with whom she
had had her first interview, she felt more and more the want of
refinement in her other declared admirers? Certain, however, it is,
that she was very reserved all the evening, in spite of the
attentions of Mr. Woolsey; that she repeatedly looked round at the
box-door, as if she expected someone to enter; and that she partook
of only a very few oysters, indeed, out of the barrel which the
gallant tailor had sent down to the "Bootjack," and off which the
party supped.

"What is it?" said Mr. Woolsey to his ally, Crump, as they sat
together after the retirement of the ladies. "She was dumb all
night. She never once laughed at the farce, nor cried at the
tragedy, and you know she laughs and cries uncommon. She only took
half her negus, and not above a quarter of her beer."

"No more she did!" replied Mr. Crump, very calmly. "I think it must
be the barber as has been captivating her: he dressed her hair for
the play."

"Hang him, I'll shoot him!" said Mr. Woolsey. "A fat foolish
effeminate beast like that marry Miss Morgiana? Never! I WILL
shoot him. I'll provoke him next Saturday--I'll tread on his
toe--I'll pull his nose."

"No quarrelling at the 'Kidneys!'" answered Crump sternly; "there